One time weeklyrate
12 by 12 foot room
strapped down to the bed
now 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 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 valuum
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 aspirations leaking from a hole I can`t repair
Maybe I just don`t want it repaired