Poetry By Dead Men
Sara Bareilles
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G A Bm By the time you hear this, I'llG be in the rearview mirrorG A I'll even wear that green dressBm G you like so when I disappearG A You can turn around, one lastBm A look at the girl you lost and the timeG A You took to make up your mindBm G between the two roadsG A Go and take some more time, butBm G me and mine must go [Pre-Chorus]G A I tried to wait it out, no moreBm A Can't find the man I was waiting for [Chorus]G A I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirtD G Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamonG A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead menG I wanted to be your girl with yourA D hands on my skinG Stirring in the cinnamonG A Bm D G A While you read me poetry by dead menBm A (While you read me poetry by dead men)G A Bm A While you read me poetry by dead menContinues after the ad[Verse 2]G A By the time you hear this, whoBm G knows where I might beG A Singing 'bout another near-missBm G love that ended incompleteG A I was ready, but you weren'tBm So jump with your net from thisD bridge you burnedG I wanted to tell you thingsD All the secrets I've been keepingG A I saw it in front of me, but thenD you just kept disappearing [Pre-Chorus]G A A good dream, almostBm A Now I tell your ghost [Chorus]G A I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirtD G Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamonG A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead menG I wanted to be your girl with yourA D hands on my skinG Stirring in the cinnamonG A Bm D G A While you read me poetry by dead menBm 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 remindD A The two of us, what we could have beenG D Poetry by dead menA G Fire from ember, how could I make you remember?Em D With a turn of a phrase, would youG turn to me if I sayD G I still want to be your girl? [Chorus]D G I still want to be your girl in a white T-shirtG Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamonG A Bm D While you read me poetry by dead menG I wanted to be your girl with yourA D hands on my skinG Stirring in the cinnamonG A D G A While you read me poetry by dead menBm A (While you read me poetry by dead men)G A Bm A While you read me poetry by dead men