The Night Ed Sheeran Slept on My Couch

I look around and see that nothing has changed
Maybe I'll get the furniture rearranged
Flipping through channels on daytime TV
Playing piano for nobody but me

While he plays in Paris
And wakes up in Rome
Private planes to LA
But it wasn't that way
The night Ed Sheeran slept on my couch

My fridge is broken, it's a hundred years old
Customer service people got me on hold
I'm getting close, number 3 in line
A few more payments and the fridge will be mine

While he pays for nothing
Each meal comes for free
He just sings them a song
The same one he sang me
The night Ed Sheeran slept on my couch

I've let a lot people sleep on my couch
Stretch themselves out
It's a comfortable couch
All I remember is
Is someone named Ed
Who needed a bed
He got the couch instead

That time in my life, it's over and done
Still I sit here and wonder what if I'd been the one
Sleeping on sofas, maybe then I would see
What's special about him and why it's not me
Living life in the moment, free from regret
Now the world's biggest star is the same kid I met
That forgettable night I'll never forget
The night Ed Sheeran Slept on my couch