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.
"Veronica Sawyer Smokes" ~ AFI - Crash Love
November 4, 2009
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3 comments:
hah yep i know the feeling u get hooked on some one then fined out the real them suks big time
lol yep i know the feeling get all hooked on some one then fined out they smok or wers , so hared to fined a strat edge where iam
Love this song. The Hughes film part is so clever.
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