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 your eyes as she walks by . . .
watch as she stands with her holding your hand ;
put 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,
brighter 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
─── heather ; conan gray
