East Coast LovePiano keys and paper violins Pulling strings of love songs and humming bird wishes, Writing his stolen dreams on the secret placeThat waits in the crevice Of my jaded bones,All because of this boy on the east coast,Who hates sleeping all alone.The sky itself knows About the shy love songs I singUnder my uneven breath, Shakily and timidly scrawling memories and words to come,On his wings beginning to finally heal, In such a way my promises are known,All to this boy on the east coast,Who hates sleeping all alone.My strawberry smiles and saltwater secretsBlush at the novacaine way your voiceBrushes the placeW