I know nothing except what she tells me
and what she tells me is hard to understand
there is no time table whenever things pop
she takes me in her hand

so what I know is weird stuff
things that doesn't make sense
and I may not have brain or eyes
but I see the world through her lens

she don't like heavy rain
but she loves the first drops
she doesn't look down on her roads
she observes and she stops

on her way through the world she helps people in needs
she looks at stuff and then
make multiverse of possibilities

the weirdest one of them
she tells me the next time
thank god she has me to take it out
or she will be the most into crime