Lyrics Page - Live from Deborah’s Living Room - 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, ain't doing so well

Do I look like a monster underneath all my skin?
I wanna cut all this open 'til I'm feeling something
Now I'm tracing the cracks, so I can't 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 the 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 'til I'm feeling something
Now I'm tracing the cracks, can't 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
Stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page