"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
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
Words I won't forget.
Right when I
Saw you while you shared that cigarette." ;
Veronica Sawyer Smokes by AFI. AWESOME SONG! <3