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