Normal people: Crying because I 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