She hums underneath the covers We share a bed but not a soul She's wearing a suit of armor And her touch is always cold But somewhere in that uncanny valley We built a life, a sort of family I almost convince myself I'm happy She's made of wires, she's made of wires She's nearly perfect Romantically superhuman But she isn't you We're mutually codependent I'm both her master and her slave Obedient and efficient I long to see her misbehave But I am her God, her one religion This is the stuff of science fiction Tells me she loves me with conviction She's made of wires, she's made of wires She's nearly perfect Romantically superhuman But she isn't you She worships my imperfections This mess of blood and guts and germs No matter how much I love her We'll never be on equal terms I wonder if we could make her jealous She's not the type to be possessive Just one kiss and she would get the message She's good at math, she's good at math She's nearly perfect Romantically superhuman But she isn't you