Writer(s): Conan Gray
I still remember
The third of december
Me and 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 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 older
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 kiss me
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
Ahh
I wish were Heather
Ahh ahh
I wish were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I
