The Author by Two Day Coma Lyrics

I wanna be the author, of your happiness
I've started strong I'll just go on make up the rest

I wanna be an awful, fucked up mess
If I go wrong I'll carry on I'll try my best
You're that feeling that keeps beating in my chest

I wanna be the composer, of your favourite song
I wanna be that tune that you can't help but hum along

I wanna be the producer of your wildest dreams
I wanna be the stitching that holds together the seams
I wanna be the only other member of your team

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I wanna be the artist, that colours you in
I wanna be that little tickle on your skin
I wanna be the architect of your happy home
I wanna be the first and last line of your favourite poem
I wanna hear the sound of muffled laughter through the phone

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