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?