Ooh
By the time you hear this Ill be in the rearview mirror
Ill 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 the two roads
Go and take some more time
But me and mine must go

I tried to wait it out no more
Cant 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
Singin bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete
I was ready but you werent
So jump with your net from this bridge youve burned
I wanted to tell you things all the secrets Ive 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