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 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 I can't find the man I was waiting for
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
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 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 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
Compositores: Sara Beth Bareilles (Sara Bareilles), Justin Drew Tranter ECAD: Obra #21448030