Halo and Strings

I wanna be your mic Right up next to your lips Every time that you sing Feels like we're sharing a kiss

I wanna be your pick You toss me into the air Everyone wants to get me They touch you by touching me

I wanna be the thickest string Toughening your fingertips I wanna be a thick callus You nibble on when lost in thought

I wanna be a tattoo Up and down with your breath Every time you see me You think of someone else

I wanna be a mirror Silent in your bathroom Every time you see me You see your naked self

I wanna be your grey hair A silver halo of time I wanna be a wave of pain That you feel when you lose your youth

I wanna be a haunting melody Drifting through your dreams Beyond your reach

I wanna be the moon to which you sing Casting light on your tears

I wanna be a glimmer Dancing in your eyes Everyone gazes at me As if they've found a star

I wanna be the air Drawn deeply into your chest Everyone strains to hear me Set free as your voice

I wanna be the thinnest string And make your fingers bleed I wanna be a drop of blood Splashing out from your wound

I wanna be a haunting melody Drifting through your dreams Beyond your reach

I wanna be the moon to which you sing A dead celestial body

I wanna be something That lives as a part of you Do you want anything of me If I'm worth it