Short Songfics

Heather - Conan Gray - 285

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.

"What a sight for sore eyes..." You mumbled, your bright blue hair getting in you're blue eyes. "Brighter than a blue sky..."

She's got you mesmerised. While I die.

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty!" I say to another person complaining.

"You gave her your sweater?" I asked.

"It's just polyester." You answered.

But you like her better... Wish I were Heather... I thought to myself. 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..." I mumbled.

"Brighter than a blue sky..." You said.

She's got you mesmerised while I die.

"Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty!" I complained again.

"You gave her your sweater?!" I asked irritated again.

"It's just polyester!" You yelled.

"But you like her better...!" I yelled on the verge of tears.

My hands balled into fists in sadness and frustration.

"I wish I were Heather... Wish I were Heather..." I mumbled as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Wish I were Heather I thought to myself.

"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..." I yelled before I ran off crying.