G A Bm G By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror G A Bm G I'll even wear that green dress you like so when I disappear G A Bm A You can turn around, one last look at the girl you lost and the time G A Bm G You took to make up your mind between the two roads G A Bm G Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go [Pre-Chorus] G A I tried to wait it out, no more Bm A Can't find the man I was waiting for [Chorus] G A I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt D G Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon G A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead men G A D I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin G Stirring in the cinnamon G A Bm D G A While you read me poetry by dead men Bm A (While you read me poetry by dead men) G A Bm A While you read me poetry by dead men [Verse 2] G A Bm G By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be G A Bm G Singing 'bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete G A I was ready, but you weren't Bm D So jump with your net from this bridge you burned G I wanted to tell you things D All the secrets I've been keeping G A D I saw it in front of me, but then you just kept disappearing [Pre-Chorus] G A A good dream, almost Bm A Now I tell your ghost [Chorus] G A I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt D G Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon G A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead men G A D I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin G Stirring in the cinnamon G A Bm D G A While you read me poetry by dead men Bm A (While you read me poetry by dead men) G A Bm A While you read me poetry by dead men [Bridge] A G Line after line, the words just live to remind D A The two of us, what we could have been G D Poetry by dead men A G Fire from ember, how could I make you remember? Em D G With a turn of a phrase, would you turn to me if I say D G I still want to be your girl? [Chorus] D G I still want to be your girl in a white T-shirt G Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon G A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead men G A D I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin G Stirring in the cinnamon G A D G A While you read me poetry by dead men Bm A (While you read me poetry by dead men) G A Bm A While you read me poetry by dead men