lyrics heather conan gray

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 . as if its your last easy lyrics