Ed Sheeran Plastic Bag

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?