I used to think the things that mattered
were things that you can quantify
I'd chart my life on a spreadsheet
and come up short no matter how hard I try
turns out its all just a gamble
and a life is all you have to show
no matter how high I roll I just keep digging that hole
I think its time to let it all go

back to zero - and everything will be all right
back to zero - I think I've got the surface in sight
back to zero – I've got to lie back down before I can crawl
back to zero - I'm at my best when I've got nothing at all

drowning in a sea of depression
about the chasm that my life is in
the pressure's pressing on all sides of me
there's just no way that I can win
got to lose some of this ballast
so out the airlock it goes
the bubbles forming in my brain don't bother me
they're just a sign that I'm starting to float

they tell me with that kind of attitude
I'll never make it anywhere
that's where they've got it backwards
because I'm already there
I can't be divided by anything
and I can't be rounded down
and I can pass through the eye of a needle with ease
so all you suckers better look out

(because when I'm)
back to zero I find that it was all in my mind
what I thought mattered was meaningless chatter
I can spin it any way that I please the only thing that it means
is life may sometimes seem black but it always comes (back to zero)