Poetry By Dead Men

Ooh

By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror

I'll even wear that green dress you like, so when I disappear

You can turn around, one last look at the girl you lost

In the time you took to make up your mind between two roads

Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go

I tried to wait it out, no more

I can't find the man I was waiting for

I wanted to be your girl in a white t-shirt

Over coffee, stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin

Stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

(While you read me poetry by dead men)

While you read me poetry by dead men

By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be?

Singin' 'bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete

I was ready, but you weren't

So jump with your net from this bridge you've burned

I wanted to tell you things, all the secrets I've been keepin'

I saw it in front of me, but then you just kept disappearin'

A good dream, almost

Now I tell your ghost

I wanted to be your girl in a white t-shirt

Over coffee, stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin

Stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

(While you read me poetry by dead men)

While you read me poetry by dead men

Line after line, the words just left to remind

The two of us, oh, what we could have been

Poetry by dead men

Fire from embers, how can I make you remember?

With a turn of a phrase, would you turn to me if I say

I still want to be your girl?

I still wanna be your girl in a white t-shirt

Over coffee, stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin

Stirrin' in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

(While you read me poetry by dead men)

While you read me poetry by dead men