The past couple of days has shown me how horrible the male race can truly be. Seriously though, why do all of you guyz gotta be so hungry?

But actually. Why.

I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name. So, I fold it up and I flick it out - Paper Aeroplane. It won’t fly the seven seas to you because it didn’t leave my room, but it awaits the hands of someone else - the garbageman. 

You got to say, “Mmmm, mmmm”
You got to say, “Mmmm, mmmm”

So he opens it up and reads it out to all of his friends. Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend. He walks on home - tired from work - the letter falls from his hands. He reaches out only to catch the sky; it’s gone with the wind.

You got to say, “Mmmm, mmmm”
You got to say, “Mmmm, mmmm”

I said, I spilled the ink across the land trying to spell your name. Up and down and there it goes - Paper Aeroplane. It hasn’t flown the seven seas to you, but it’s on its way. It goes through the hands and then to someone else, to find you.