Lyrics Public Art - Biology

Public Art

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