That One

Twenty-seven
Nothing makes sense
Nothing's made sense
Since I was nine years old and slitting my wrists
Twenty-seven
Nothing makes sense
Nothing's Made sense
Since I was seventeen and wished the world would end.

It's just the game of life my friend
Could we go back and start all over again?

No wait...

Please hang up and try your party again
The disconnect is bringing back the end
Or so you say
So long, the end.

Twenty-seven
Nothing makes sense
Nothing's made sense
Since I was twenty-two and swallowing pills
Twenty-seven
Nothing makes sense
Nothing's made sense
Since I was twenty reaffirming my vows

Is the struggle worth the pain?
Is there nothing left to say?

No wait...

Please hang up and try your party again
Dial the number but it's all in vain
You're gone away
Until the end...