Connell

Connell
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fuc*** 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
[Verse 2]
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?
[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fuc*** 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

[Outro]
Connell
Connell
Connell
Connell
Connell, ah
En la canción 'Connell' de Conan Gray, se describe una historia de dolor y autodescubrimiento. El narrador se encuentra confrontando sus sentimientos al ver a su interés romántico con otra persona, lo que desencadena una serie de emociones conflictivas...