Poetry by Dead Men

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 time

Your turn to make up your mind between the two roads

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

I tried to wait it out, no more

Can't find the man I was waiting for

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

Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

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

Stirring 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

Singing 'bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete

I was ready, but you weren't

So jump with your net from this bridge you burned

I wanted to tell you things

All the secrets I've been keeping

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

A good dream, almost

Now I tell your ghost

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

Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

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

Stirring 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 live to remind

The two of us, what we could have been

Poetry by dead men

Fire from ember, how could 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 want to be your girl in a white T-shirt

Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon

While you read me poetry by dead men

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

Stirring 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