Ed Sheeran The A Team

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light s gone, day s end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men Chorus: And they say She s in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we re just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don t want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Moth