Oh my story is not the oldest of its kind.
I was to 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 close 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.