Normal people: crying cause I really miss you.
Ed Sheeran: I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
Normal people: you're making me blush!
Ed Sheeran: tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair
Normal people: we're spooning
Ed Sheeran: we're resembling cutlery
Normal people: my life is falling apart
Ed Sheeran: her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries
Normal people: marry me?
Ed Sheeran: see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle