Connell

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 (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 Connell Connell, ah