You're growing tired of the gismo I turned into.
I work like clockwork, right on the dot of you coming here someday.
Press my buttons by simply saying hello and for the day I'm yours
Through a screen and a scream every time you ask if I'm still there.
I'm always there
And I'd do anything like fly to drive you home from that party,
Watch soccer matches with you,
Save you from staying alone in a hotel on your best friends wedding night.
Will I grow tired of the gismo you're also turning into?
Absolutely not.
So maybe it's how it's supposed to be.