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 could 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 Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry about dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be Singing about another near-miss love that ended in conflict 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 about dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men Line after line The words just serve to remind The two of us are what we could have been Poetry about dead men Fire from the 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 want to be your girl In a white t-shirt over coffee Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry about dead men I wanted to be your girl With your hands on my skin Stirring in the cinnamon While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men While you read me poetry about dead men