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.