October: Machine Shed Wrestling

You ain't a lover
You'll never change
I'd rather wrestle
My machine
You ain't a lover
You'll never change
I'd rather wrestle
My machine
A token e-mail
A drunken text
A sorry go-round
Of cell-phone sex
You ain't a lover
You're just a fake
Had all the bullshit
I'm gonna take

Wrestle my machine
My machine

As a product
You would be great
And all the income
You'd generate
But as a lover
You're just a bust
You're not a service
I can trust

I'll wrestle my machine
My machine

All I am is a husk of a man
I cannot go through this again
You're not a woman
and you know
I've pretended all I can

All I can

You ain't a lover
You'll never change
I'd rather wrestle
With my machine
You ain't a lover
You're just a fake
Had all the bullshit
I'm gonna take

Wrestle my machine

All I am is a husk of a man
I cannot go through this again
You're not a woman
And you know
I've pretended all I can
All I am is a victim of love
I checked the box marked none of the above
You're not a woman, girl
And you know
I've pretended all I can

All I can!
All I can!
My machine



Credits
Writer(s): David Scott Lucas, Brian St. Clair
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