One time weekly rate twelve by twelve 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 aspirations leaking form a hole I can't repair
Maybe I just don't want it repaired