"Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something, I'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing"

I wish I wrote that.

I don't care if the world is burning down.
I try not to think what I think is true.
Your voice wrecked how I heard sound.
Every sound, it sings like you.
I want to catch you with every word I say.
When you talk, it's never gonna fall.
I want to take all your sad songs away.
Because when you're sad it's all gone away.
You never sing loud enough.
I'm dying to hear the words you say.
With all your words I've been though..
Just let me know, how's it gonna stay?