At times I wish I were dead Busy people dancing all over my head This I value with every move they make Real bad headache with every step they take
I get a contact buzz Can't remember what the problem was I find it hard to even care Life was to real till you got there
My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor When I feel sick you're an antibiotic Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic
Compositor: Robert Ellsworth Pollard Jr (Pollard Bob) (BMI)Editor: Needmore SongsECAD verificado obra #4773716 em 13/Abr/2024