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“For the Plastic Bag music video, I got inspired by how Ed wrote the song from someone else's perspective and I wanted to play with this idea of putting yourself in someone else’s shoes and realising everyone is going through their own struggles. I feel incredibly grateful to all of the wonderful creatives who gave a little bit of themselves to this project. There is a glimpse of every one of us in the video.“ - Laura Days Listen to the new album 'Autumn Variations', out now: Subscribe to Ed's channel: Follow Ed on... Instagram: TikTok: @edsheeran Facebook: Twitter: Discord: Official Website: Follow Laura Days... Instagram: Writer & Director: Laura Days Dancer & Choreographer: Samuele Barbetta Director of Photography: Giulio Melani Editor: Jan Devetak A The Blink Fish Production Producer: Clara Alison Gloceri Production Manager: Pietro Foti Stylist: Leonardo Persico Brands: Dolce&Gabbana, Paul Smith, Simon Cracker, Archivio LaCouture Hair & Makeup: Fabio D’Onofrio Hair & Makeup Assistant: Sara Vianelli Nail Artist: Sara Bergaglio VFX Artist: Giorgio Ajello Graphic Designer: Ranaroid 1AD: Lorenzo Lecchi Creative Team: Alberta Molajoni, Chiara Convertini 6 Floor Factory: Valerio Tazza ImaCrew Management: Martina Castellani, Paola Pasini Backstage Photographer: Elisa Cappellini Social Media Manager: Alessandra Grimaldi 1AC: Fabio Cazzato 2AC: Pietro Brunelleschi Gaffer: Filippo Ficozzi Spark: Michael Ciaramicoli, Davide Bianchi Console Operator: Simone Giannico Console Assistant: Alessio Massa Key Grip: Sergio Diterlizzi Grip: Marco Tavani Colorist: Giulio Melani Data Manager: Nicola Carri -- Plastic Bag Lyrics: I overthink and have trouble sleeping All purpose gone and don’t have a reason There’s no doctor to stop this bleeding So I left home and jumped in the deep end Took a job for dad, I think just to please him So when I quit I just kept it secret And I had friends but no longer see them It’s just me and now all my daemons Are heavy weighing on my heart I guess I’m done already, all but given up Burning days til the week ends And starts, I just pretend I’m not where I am Should I cancel my plans? Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag My friend died it’s been years still grieving And I thought time would be somehow healing When love finds me I’m too numb to feel it Why the fuck am I here still breathing? I would pray but I don’t believe it Woe is me but I don’t care either Life is not the way that it seems but Maybe this will all be a dream And I’ll stay steady, balance on the rope I guess that I’m not ready to rely on the hope I’m burning days til the week ends And starts, I just pretend I'm not where I am Should I cancel my plans? Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag I’m a wreck head Take me to the other side Don’t look in my eyes It’s almost morning I’m still not leaving It’s wearing off but I still can feel it Another one and I’ll touch the ceiling This is all I want to be Saturday night is giving me a reason to rely on the strobe light, the lifeline of a promise in a shot glass And I’ll take that if you’re giving out love from a plastic bag
