Page (Live from Deborah’s Living Room) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
I'm a half-read story
I was fine on the shelf
Why did you take me down
As if I needed your help?
No prior warning
No one to catch when I fell
Now that you're not around
I ain't doing so well
Do I look like a monster
Underneath all my skin?
I wanna cut all this open
Till I'm feeling something
Now I'm chasing the cracks
So I can let the light in
I'm in love with the ghost of you
Better luck next year
There's nothing left here
Why am I constantly searching, feeling unsettled?
Living in hell, pretending it's heaven
Head spin
Maybe I'm destined to be
Always lonely, alone, a loser, pathetic
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
I'm a half-read story
Better off in the fire
Now I feel like a fool
Haunted by desire
For a moment of glory
I would risk all I am
I look at what we had
And I don't understand
Do I look like a monster
Underneath all my skin?
I wanna cut all this open
Till I'm feeling something
Now I'm tracing the cracks
So I can let the light in
I'm in love with the ghost of you
Better luck next year
There's nothing left here
Why am I constantly searching, feeling unsettled?
Living in hell, pretending it's heaven
Head spin
Maybe I'm destined to be
Always lonely, alone, a loser, pathetic
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
