Connell Lyrics by 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 *** 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 ***, 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 *** 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