Shape of you

Who i am

   I'm not a bad guy. I'm really not, nobody is perfect but I'm pretty close if I do say so myself. You see I grew up in Ireland in a small town and an open road that lead me to the middle of nowhere. I would drive on that road everytime I was stressed or angry or needed guidance in my life. To me the road has always been symbolic of a way to put the past behind me. And I was pretty content with that life for a while.
     That was until I went to the city. At 32 years old I went to New York just for the heck of it. I moved there on a limb because I needed change. After a long plane ride with crappy food and a high pitch voiced flight attendant, I finally landed in NYC. I folded up the sleeves to my flannel shirt, grabbed my carry on and headed to baggage claim. Well long story short they lost my luggage. Also I forgot to mention my friend Caden lived here and met me at the airport. Now Caden grew up with me but he moved to NYC at 19. So clearly I hadn't seen him in quite some time.
     Well Caden met me at the airport I told him about my luggage and he took me to a club. Now I'm not a party guy but I went anyway, even though my mom told me that "the club isn't the best place to find a lover." Well you can guess what happens next, considering mother knows best and after a long night at the club a girl took me to her apartment. This is by far the craziest thing I've ever done, however I just let the night play out. And since I don't kiss and tell I won't go into too much detail but it was the roughest sex of my life. That girl knew how to do it. And it made me feel horrible, but not in a good way. I felt as though I had taken advantage of her. So before she woke the next day I left and went to my friends place to crash.