Veronica Sawyer Smokes

Oh, my story is 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



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



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