Connell – English Lyrics

• By: Conan Gray
• Album: Wishbone

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

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

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