Guardian Angel

well you see, I have a guardian angel
she's silver and shiny and starting to rust
I tell myself that I musn't
but she screams to me that I must

you see, I have this guardian angel
she's hiding in my pocket with spare change and fluff
I see her twice, maybe three times a day
until my body has had enough

you see, I have a guardian angel
she's looking at me now
from her place under my bed
I want to lose her, but I don't know how

you see, I have a guardian angel
I'm turning her over in my hand
she's whispering "you need me"
only I can understand

You see, I have a guardian angel.
I'm holding her in my hand.