Heather conan gray ( sped up )

Lyrics : 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 I wish I were Heather I wish I were Heather