Sara Bareilles - Poetry by Dead Men (Official Audio)

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By the time you hear this

I’ll be in the rear view 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

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

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’ve 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

Line after line

The words just serve 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 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