Veronica Sawyer Smokes

Uh-oh, my story's not
The oldest of its kind
I was too touched to see you clearly
Far too young to realizeI, I had loved so dearly
You, whose world I had designed
But the sweet smoke came with mirrors
And it brought tears to my wide eyesDying just to see you
Dying since I misconstruedYour blue heart, black eyes
Fading, falling, words I won't forget
I died right when I saw you
While you shared that cigaretteUh-oh, I saw you every time
I closed my eyes
In the Hughes film I had scored
Produced and starred in, in my mindI, I could recite you well
I'd written every line
But you strayed far from my flawless script
On which I'd spent a lifetimeFalling over dead
Dying since I had misreadYour blue heart, black eyes
Fading, falling, words I won't forget
I died right when I saw you
While you shared that cigaretteFalling over dead
Dying since I had misreadYour blue heart, black eyes
Fading, falling, words I won't forget
I died right when I saw you
While you shared that cigarette