Sara Bareilles - Poetry By Dead Men

[ verse 1 ]
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 in time
G A Bm G
your turn 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