[00:00.000] 作词 : Conan Gray
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Conan Gray
[00:13.014] I saw you in a photograph
[00:15.667] With some brunette girl in a head-back laugh
[00:18.833] And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
[00:21.767] Down the small of her back
[00:25.650] You were never outside with me
[00:27.885] Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
[00:31.069] And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
[00:34.102] That I'd meet your mom and dad
[00:38.300]
[00:38.353] Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
[00:44.453] Kissing your ghost was my own damn ****ing fault
[00:50.638] But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[00:56.739] And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
[01:02.841] Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve
[01:10.400]
[01:10.474] I knew we weren't meant to be
[01:12.893] I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
[01:16.058] And I'm not your type, but you're trying things
[01:19.075] So that's everything I need
[01:22.009] To break apart my own heart again
[01:25.311] Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
[01:28.311] That I'm not worth shit, and I'm better dead
[01:31.510] Who's the victim in the end?
[01:35.500]
[01:35.558] Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
[01:41.759] Kissing your ghost was my own damn ****ing fault
[01:47.776] But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[01:57.219] And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
[02:03.403] And you remind me of how little I deserve
[02:09.622] Yeah, you remind me of my father slurring words
[02:15.671] So you remind me of how little I deserve
[02:26.300]
[02:26.391] Connell
[02:34.925] Connell
[02:41.561] Connell
[02:54.262] Conn—, ugh

作词 : Conan Gray
作曲 : 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
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn ****ing 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 trying 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 shit, and I'm better dead
Who's the victim in the end?
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn ****ing fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I 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 slurring words
So you remind me of how little I deserve
Connell
Connell
Connell
Conn—, ugh