i made a machine
called the boy least likely to
it feeds me shortbread biscuits and it
makes my little dreams come true

it thinks for me
and everything i used to do it does for me
it's made of aluminium and it runs off pencil batteries

i know that it makes me happy
but something about it frightens me

i made a machine
to make my life easier
but it's made it more complicated
than it ever was before

i programmed it
to simulate the feelings that i used to get
it reads me bedtime stories and it makes me feel human again

it doesn't have to understand what it's doing
and it does everything a human being can
it stores my thoughts and feelings in its data banks

i tell it things when i'm feeling sad
and sometimes it's the only real friend that i have
and that's what makes me sad

i made a machine
called the boy least likely to
it has lots of switches and buttons
but i don't know what they do

i know it can't
understand the intricacies of my heart
but when i cuddle up to it
it comes to life in my arms

i know that it makes me happy
but something about it frightens me