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