The Sun, Spring Breakers & The Surrey-Complex
Something about the sun puts Vancouverites in a certain “mood”. It’s quite difficult to put in to words, really. It’s almost as if the steady stream of wayfarer-donned guys and romper-rockin’ gals discovered a once lost sense of confidence, fun, and all-around positivity. A mood so captivating, one forgets how quickly reality bites back in the form of UGGs,...
normal guy: i really want to kiss you.
Ed Sheeran: all i want is the taste that your lips allow.
normal guy: lets cuddle
Ed Sheeran: cover me up, cuddle me in, lie down with me and hold me in your arms.
normal guy: i want to hug you
Ed Sheeran: i was made to keep your body warm but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms.
normal guy: she’s a crack whore prostitute.
Ed Sheeran: and in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man.
normal guy: marry me?
Ed Sheeran: i could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle.
normal guy: I'm sad and lonely.
Ed Sheeran: cause lately I've been waking up alone, paint splattered teardrops on my shirt.
normal guy: I'm going to get wasted and sleep with someone else to forget about you.
Ed Sheeran: i wanna be drunk when i wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed.
normal guy: expect me to drunk dial you later.
Ed Sheeran: and that tonight ill call ya after my blood is drowning in alcohol.
normal guys: I'm crying cause i really miss you.
Ed Sheeran: i don't get waves of missing you any more they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes.
normal guys: your making me blush
Ed Sheeran: tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair
normal guys: we’re spooning
Ed Sheeran: we’re resembling cutlery