Chord Poetry By Dead Men by Sara Bareilles

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