answer:Veronica Sawyer Smokes describes my first (and maybe even my most recent relationship) perfectly. Lyrics: Oh my story is not the oldest of its kind. I was too 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.