Ed Sheeran - Plastic Bag (Live From Alex's Living Room)

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Lyrics:

I overthink and have trouble sleeping

All purpose gone and don’t have a reason

There’s no doctor to stop this bleeding

So I left home and jumped in the deep end

Took a job for dad, I think just to please him

So when I quit I just kept it secret

And I had friends but no longer see them

It’s just me and now all my daemons

Are heavy weighing on my heart

I guess I’m done already, all but given up

Burning days til the week ends

And starts, I just pretend I’m not where I am

Should I cancel my plans?

Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass

And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag

My friend died it’s been years still grieving

And I thought time would be somehow healing

When love finds me I’m too numb to feel it

Why the fuck am I here still breathing?

I would pray but I don’t believe it

Woe is me but I don’t care either

Life is not the way that it seems but

Maybe this will all be a dream

And I’ll stay steady, balance on the rope

I guess that I’m not ready to rely on the hope

I’m burning days til the week ends

And starts, I just pretend I'm not where I am

Should I cancel my plans?

Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass

And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag

I’m a wreck head

Take me to the other side

Don’t look in my eyes

It’s almost morning I’m still not leaving

It’s wearing off but I still can feel it

Another one and I’ll touch the ceiling

This is all I want to be

Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass

And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag