I thought I loved the East Coast until I saw your eyes look back at me under the moonlight slipping through the window.
I thought I loved the East Coast until we were pressed together, laughing, trying to fit on your twin mattress.
I thought I loved the East Coast until I felt your breath on my neck at four in the morning.
I long for the Pacific and for you to take me there.

Have you ever met someone that makes you want to create art? Just create. Write music. Create a film. Someone so beautiful you can't hold it in and the only way to express it is through painting the perfect masterpiece? But the perfect masterpiece is her, the ultimate piece of art. Not just any art, the awe inspiring combination of sounds and colors that hit you at your core, inspiring the never ending cycle of creating inadequate art to reflect your perception of her perfection only to fail to articulate any ounce of her beauty.

You're the cure to this melancholy nostalgia that has followed me through life.
Nothing is as bad as I remember and everything does get better.
We can face this together.

Hold on to the people who make life less scary

I've never craved anything as much as I crave you.

"Together"
This word brings two people into one
perfect sound.
The way the word rolls off my tongue,
it sends chills up my spine and back down.

"Us" and "we"
only make the music better.
These melodious sounds urge me to sing.
The way "us" and "we" dance together
is a fairy tale scene.

And finally "forever"
completes the play.
But it isnt over!
No, far from it. You see we simply
lived "us" and "we",
"together" and "forever",
happily ever after.