heather.

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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

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