Stop making plans, start making sense

blua:

Pick up the phone, I want to talk about my day, it really sucked.
The sun was out, I felt I was flying but then you slipped into my mind.
I want to see you but I know I can’t cos you’re not home, you’re never home.

Pick up the phone, I want to talk about how I miss you, I miss you so much.
Hop on a plane, come back to see me. I promise I won’t be such a brat, if I promise you anything I promise you that.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

(Source: forgettosleep, via loveyourchaos)