Tenth of December you confessed.
You said I was the prettiest,
But your sweater sat right on her shoulder.
And I knew better.
As I walk by, I saw her.
And then I knew, everythin' was over.
Because even if your eyes are on me,
She loves you better, doesn't she?
Yes, I am Heather.
You gave me this polyester.
I got you mesmerized,
But you never recognized.
You never loved me for who I was.
Never will love you like she does.
Brighter than a blue sky,
but I feel darker, that's why.
A sight for sore eyes?
Yet all of it were lies.
Because you never spoke the truth.
The one you love is her, Ruth.
ps. This was inspired by Conan Gray's song, "Heather".
