Oh to be the angel that sits on your shoulder

I needn’t bother to stand

I’d sit all day, in a high horse way

Knowing you’d never ask me for a hand

Oh to be your voice of reason

I’m certain there’s a vacancy

For the reasons I’d give, would be instantly rid

What a wonderfully futile job it would be

Oh to live inside that heart of yours

I could stay, undisturbed without fear

I’d be the happiest squatter, and It shouldn’t be a bother

After all, you haven’t used that thing in years