Poetry By Dead Men Lyrics - Sara Bareilles

[Intro] 

Ooh 

[Verse 1] 

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 

[Pre-Chorus] 

I tried to wait it out, no more 

I can't find the man I was waiting for 

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[Chorus] 

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 

[Verse 2] 

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' 

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[Pre-Chorus] 

A good dream, almost 

Now I tell your ghost 

[Chorus] 

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 

[Bridge] 

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? 

[Chorus] 

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