Sing To Me Instead

Heather - Conan Gray

Way back in December, I almost told you the truth. That I love you. 

I remember it like yesterday. The wind had picked up and the temperature dropped, and I was just in my t-shirt. You'd actually read the forecast, so you pulled off your sweater and zipped it up for me. 

And then you said it looked better on me and smiled, and my heart just stopped. And you were so close to me and I looked into your eyes, but you weren't focused on me. I turned around, and there she was. God, she's gorgeous. And you were mesmerised by her, her walk, her hair, voice, eyes. She's just perfect, isn't she?

I'm borderline delusional, why on earth would you ever kiss me, hug me, love me? I'm not even half as pretty as her. I debated not giving your sweater back; it smelled like you, but I had to. And then the next day she was wearing it. 

And so I stood to the side, watching you walk hand in hand. I sat behind you at the movies, your arm around her shoulder, as the eternal third wheel. And now, even when I'm wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a sweater, I'm cold when I sit in our spot. 

But how could I hate her, she's just such an angel. But I guess I kinda wish she were a real one. Her bright blue eyes make yours light up, her smile makes you grin. And I know it's stupid, it's just a stupid polyester sweater, but I just wish I were Heather.