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