ocean eyes and golden locks 

parties, drinks, drugs and jocks 
 

paper thin waist 

not a blemish on her face 
 

big jacket, big hair, big lies 

seeking validation from all the guys 
 

we all hate her 

but, everyone wants to be her 
 

i bet she doesn’t cry herself to sleep 

a 94 doesn’t make her weep 
 

she’s the angel, yet i’m the one who’s dying 

i wish she were dead, getting by without even trying 
 

Heather, Heather and Heather 

won’t someone just tell her 
 

shut up Heather; 

sorry Heather. 
 

i’ll groan and moan 

but she’ll forever remain on the throne 
 

born into intangible royalty 

i crave her immunity 
 

happily ever after, dream come true 

she doesn’t remember the true love’s kiss, but i do 
 

i think about her while lying in bed 

but i have never once entered her head 
 

martha is beautiful, but not next to Heather 

no one has ever given me their sweater 
 

i’m just a pawn, i don’t know what i’m saying 

already checkmate, and she didn’t even know we were playing

 

she starts the race at the finish line 

how does that give me enough time 
 

i wish i could be her, just for a day maybe

then all my problems would go away 
 

i wish i could look like her 

live like her 
 

think like her 

drink like her 
 

talk like her 

walk like her 
 

i wish i were better. 

i wish i were Heather