Public Art - Biology

Old west, couch bound and reaching for the reset

Sure bet, ten to win on «sorry's not an option»

We get paychecks to help support the habit

In debt, it’s all part of the process

We hate when conversation gets the back seat

To the cold cold coldest shoulder and you’re left in full retreat

Hey room, I think we ought to separate pretty soon

I’ve been stuck, it’s like the way the waves depend upon the moon

Shit luck, that’s an excuse that we’ve been known to use

Enough, this botched rhyme scheme has seen enough abuse