I still remember
Third of December
Me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me
Then 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 sour eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She get you mesmerized
While I die
“Why would you ever kiss me? Im not even half as pretty, you give her your sweater!”
“It just polyester!”
“But you like her better...I wish i were heather...”