I still remember
Third of December
Me in my sweater
Said it looked better
On me then it did you
Only if you knew
How much I liked you
But I watched you eyes as she walked 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
From the song heather by Conan Grey