Pump Up The Valium

Pump Up The Valium
One time weekly rate twelve by twelve 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
Pressures building up so pump up the Valium
I choose the beaten path I've been to where it leads
Why I keep comin' back a mystery to me
I found what I've been seeking but it's too late for me to care
My aspirations leaking form a hole I can't repair
Maybe I just don't want it repaired