I like things that are intricate And made of metal And need to be fixed I like cars I like watching you drive And how you press the pen when you write No faces, just hands Just for a moment I could pretend to be you And feel all the things you do I wonder if then I'd know how you felt about me If you scratch at your thumb when I'm around If you tap your ring on the sink Or when I'm not there, you touch my things Everything you do, I'd imagine was me Like I'm a wire or a screw Or a knob or a battery Like I'm a cup or a knock Like every part of your life is A part of my body