Sick Sad World

So what, is this as good as it gets?
My head's a permanent mess
And I can't think for the stress
I close my eyes and pretend
That the ground beneath me has disappeared

I float above the space below
And in this moment I know
That in a second my phone
Will blow the silence away
'Cause it's late and I'm late and I'm still here

What do you expect?
My brain has melted in my head

I wasted too much time
Got lost in someone else's life
So where do I begin?
Rewind and overwrite
Hope life begins at twenty-nine
So wha't you let me in?