— You paint me a blue sky, then go back and turn it to rain. And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday. Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight. Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why. Dear John. I see it all now that you’re gone. Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home.