One time weekly rate

12 by 12 foot 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

Pressure's building up

So pump up the valium



I choose the beaten path

I've been to where it leads

Why I keep coming back

A mystery to me

I found what I've been seeking

It's too late for me to care

My aspiration's leaking

From a hole I can't repair

Maybe I just don't want it repaired