Guided by Voices Drinker's Peace

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