Heather (Bedroom Sessions)

Song: Heather (Bedroom Sessions)

Artist: Tate McRae

Lyrics: Conan Gray

Composed: Dave Cook

I still remember, 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 watched your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a 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

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 a 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

Oh, I wish I were Heather

Oh, oh, oh

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