![]() “Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside (take me away) Kiss the girl, she's not behind the door (behind the door) I find the key that lets you slip inside (slip inside) I know the road down which your life will drive (life will drive) I'm thinking of things that I just can't abide It’s sick.I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. ![]() Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. ![]() Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. “I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. So open up that bag of pig skins you boughtĪt the Exxon station the last time we stoppedĪnd you can kick back, baby, and dance in your socksĪnd get out of this ordinary everyday rutĪnd we get swept away by one of those perfect daysĪnd it won't be no thing if it starts to rain That don't leave much time for time for us ![]() Trying to pay the rent, trying to make a buck Where the white sandy beach meets water like glassĪnd if we get swept away by one of those perfect days So pick a place on the map we can get to fast I got just enough money and just enough gas So baby, fill that cooler full of something coldĭon't ask just pack and we'll hit the road runnin' I got my old guitar and some fishin' poles
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