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… my machine