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 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.