I still remember 3rd of December me in your sweater, you said it looks better on me than did you only if you know how much I love you
But I watched your eyes, as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes brighter than the 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
{I wish I was heather}........
(Conan Gray: Heather)