Veronica Sawyer Smokes

Oh
 Oh my story's not the oldest of its kind
 I was too touched to see you clearly, far too young to realize
 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 eyes
 I'm 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 I saw you every time I closed my eyes
 In the Hughes film I had scored, produced and starred in, in my mind
 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
 (Oh)
 (Oh oh)
 (Oh)
 (Oh oh)
 Falling over dead (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