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 time Your turn 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 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 (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 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 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 (While you read me poetry by dead men) While you read me poetry by dead men Line after line, the words just live to remind The two of us, what we could have been Poetry by dead men Fire from ember, how could 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 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) While you read me poetry by dead men