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