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 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 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 cigaret