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, dumpling

I am not sure that you’re my superstition

[?] wishing

It was a light on your cheekbone

I couldn’t tell what I asked for even if you were listening still

Protector

Protector

I am not sure that you’re my nightly news

Reporting local untruths

You had one hell of a headline

With no detailing the body but you kept me glued

Protector

Protector