Conan Gray - Heather

I still remember
Third of December
Me in your sweater
You said it looked better
On me than it did you
Only if you knew
How much I liked you
But I watch you eyes

As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brither than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die

Why would you ever kiss me
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather

Watch as she stands
With her holding your hand
But your arm 'round her shoulder
Now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her
She's such an angel
But then again
Kinda wish she were dead As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brither than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die

Why would you ever kiss me
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather

Wish I were Heather
Wish I were Heather

Why would you ever kiss me
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were ...