Veronica Sawyer Smokes

Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind.
I was too touched to see you clearly,
far too young to realize,I
I had loved so dearly you, who's world I had designed,
but the sweet smoke came with mirrors and it brought tears to my wide eyes.

Dying just to see you...
dying since I misconstrued
your blue heart,black eyes,
feigning falling, words I won't forget.
I died right when I
saw you while you shared that cigarette.

Oh the way I saw you every time I closed my eyes,
in the Hughes film I had scored,
produced and starred in, in my mind, I.
I could recite you, well, I'd written every line...
but you strayed far from my flawless script on which I'd spent a lifetime!

Falling over dead.
Dying since I had misread
your blue heart, black eyes,
feigning falling, words I won't forget.
I died right when I
saw you while you shared that cigarette.

Falling over dead.
Dying since I had misread
your blue heart, black eyes,
feigning falling, words I won't forget.
I died right when I
saw you while you shared that cigarette.