one time weekly rate
12 by 12' room
strapped down to the bed
so pump up the valuum
my mind is wide asleep
my conscience deep awake
the promises i keep
are not the ones i make
i count the constant causes
i lost count of regrets
a surplus of good intentions
won't provide me with content
all i want is just a little content
one time monthy rate
still no breathing room
pressure's building up
so pump up the valuum
i choose the beaten path
i 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