Pump Up the Valuum

My mind is wide asleep My conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant 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 I choose the beaten path I've been to where it leads Why I keep coming back A mistery to me I found what I've been seeking It's too late for me to care My inspiration's leaking From a hole I can't repair Maybe I just don't want it repaired