Protector

I am not sure that you're my screen door, honey
Keeping the bugs out humbly
Looking leaner and latticed maintain a temperate status
In the sunlight
Tumbling

I am not sure that you're my
Superstition
Eyelash with one whole wish in it
Was alight on yr cheekbone
I couldn't tell what I asked for
Even if you were listening still

Protector

I am not sure that you're my
Nightly news
Reporting local untruths
You had one helluva headline
With no detail in the body
But you kept me glued

Protector