Machines Of Loving Grace

The walls are thin as usual. 

Right down the hall, I can hear them fight again. 

And the topic, 

Well, the topic, 

Is the same... 

The same as last night. 



I wish it was their money. 

I wish it was their life. 

I wish it was my sister 

Who came home late last night. 

The situation's clear, 

And it never seems to change. 

I'm just a loser and the only one, 

The only to... 



Maybe it's my room 

And all the porno mags. 

Maybe it's my job 

Or the lack of the one I never had. 



Sometimes I sit alone and wonder if they're right 

But that's when I realize that it's my own life. 

The situations clear 

And it never seems to change 

I'm just a loser and the only one, 

The only one to...