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 aluminum
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 database
I tell it things when I'm feeling sad
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
