Angelic Weirdness - Guided By Voices

It walks with me

Doesn’t think I know

When I conjure it

As I look around

And I look around

You can tell

That no counts will miss you

And I cast her flow

As it walks me home

She’ll comfort me

Does she even know

As I send along

That I’m not alone

That I’m not alone

And she tends to be

She can tell no wrong

She can speak no wrong

We have angelic weirdness