One time weekly rate
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