(+) Veronica Sawyer Smokes
Oh
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 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
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.