Ed Shееrаn - F64

Yo, Jam, this is a letter to you
It's been a while, but it's been hard for me to get in the booth
And since we last spoke, I've become a father of two
Tryna live life with a smile, but that's been harder to do
'Cause all I wanna do is talk about you
But these tears won't let me talk about you
We should've known that we'd be lost without you
Therapy sessions, diggin' deep in depression
I got a life full of blessings, but this just breaks my fuckin' heart
At your birthday, couldn't even crack a smile
I just cried and left the party, Neesh, I'll see you in while
Headed to the mural, got some jerk wings and plantain
'Cause that is the way that me and you would celebrate it
I never knew you touched the stuff, 'cause you'd always bad me up
If you saw me more than drunk, you always hated what it does