Ed Sheeran | Kiss me
London calls me a stranger,
A traveller,
This is now my home, my home
Burning on the back street,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
And I’m blazing on the street,
What I do isn’t up to you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.
- Ed Sheeran (The City)
How many times did you think about death in the broken world
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done