I still remember the 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
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerised… 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
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 the blue sky
She's got you mesmerised while I die
Why would you ever…
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Heather - written by Conan Gray