Lyricist : Conan Gray

Composer : Conan Gray

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 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

(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 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

(Wish I were Heather)

(Oh)

Wish I were Heather

(Oh, oh)

Wish I were Heather

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