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,
s**t luck, that's an excuse that we've been known to use,
Enough, this botched rhyme scheme has seen
enough abuse
