better off dead

i'm afraid
what's come to pass, can't be undone.
and i'm not asking to be happy
i just want to get out of bed by two
or maybe noon
now i'm know
it's too much for me
to filter the weight of the world.

mother asks
"are you home sick?"
no, i'm just sick
there's something wrong in my head
maybe i'd be
better off dead

cause no one wants to be here
but no one wants to leave
we're all too busy
wearin' our hearts on our sleeve
can anyone please tell me
what the hell does that even mean

we've all got lives we didn't earn
and we're payin' off the debt
i didn't want this responsibility
not when i just want to go back to sleep
it'd be better off in someone elses hands
someone who might give a damn
where the story goes
or if they've run out of pills to right this wrong
but i'm balancing spreadsheets by way of songs
they don't help all the time
but they've got a certain way about them to make me forget where i am

where am i?
somebody tell me.
where have i gone?