Biology

Old west, couch bound and reaching for the reset,
Sure bet, ten to win on "sorrys not an option",
We get paychecks to help support the habit,
In debt, its all part of the process,
We hate when conversation gets the back seat
To the cold cold coldest shoulder and youre left in full retreat,
Hey room, I think we ought to separate pretty soon,
Ive been stuck, its like the way the waves depend upon the moon,
Shit luck, thats an excuse that weve been known to use,
Enough, this botched rhyme scheme has seen enough abuse
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