More songs by Conan Gray
Description
Programmer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Ethan Gruska
Executive Producer: Daniel Nigro
Recording Engineer: Will Maclellan
Recording Engineer: Rachel White
String Engineer, Stringarranger: Rob Moose
Mixing Engineer: Mitch McCarthy
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Conan Gray
Lyrics and translation
Original
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 fucking 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 fucking 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, ah
Connell, ah, ah