One time weekly rate 12' by 12' room

Strapped down to the bed now pump up the valium

My mind is wide asleep my conscience deep awake

The promises I keep are not the ones I make

I count the caustic causes I lost count of regrets

A surplus of good intentions don't provide me with content

All I want is just a little content

One time monthly rate still no breathing room

Pressures building up so pump up the valium

I choose the beaten path I've been to where it leads

Why I keep comin back a mystery to me

I found what I've been seeking but it's too late for me to care

My asperations leaking form a hole I can't repair

Maybe I just don't want it repaired