Lyrics Connell - Conan Gray

I saw you in a photograph with some
Brunette girl in a head-back laugh
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
Down the small of her back

You were never outside with me
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
That I'd meet your mom and dad

Skippin' your stones at my window in the dark
Kissin' your ghost was my own damn - fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve

I knew we weren't meant to be
I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
And I'm not your type, but you're tryin' things
So that's everything I need

To break apart my own heart again
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
That I'm not worth -, and I'm better dead
Who's the victim in the end?

Skippin' your stones at my window in the dark
Kissin' your ghost was my own damn - fault
But deep in my bones, I know pain is what I earned (earned)
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
And you remind me of how little I deserve
Yeah, you remind me of my father slurrin' words
So, you remind me of how little I deserve

Connell
Connell
Connell
Connell
Connell, ah