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