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