Flatline - Gus Dapperton

You know it’s on the way, you know it’s on the road

I don’t know what to say, I’m running outta jokes

You said, «Stop breaking my chops, just why can’t this pain of yours stop?»

I’m sorry, ma, it kills to leave you here alone

You know it’s here to stay, it’s got me on the ropes

No, I’m not tryna play, but I’m running outta hope

You said «Keep that to yourself, I don’t handle this shit as well as you do»

I’m sorry, hon, I hate to make you cry

If I pull through, you would take me home with you

If I make it, you would have my heart and embrace it

But if I flatline, would you come and mope around my grave?

I said we’d both go down in flames

You know it’s on the way, I’m with you on the tow

I wish that I could stay, you won’t know how to cope

You said «Take me with you right now», I would if I only knew how to

I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have to comply

If I pull through, you would take me home with you

If I make it, you would have my heart and embrace it

But if I flatline, would you come and mope around my grave?

I said we’d both go down in flames

Babe, I cannot phrase it in a way that isn’t right

But anyway you pray, there’s still no way to make it last

Nobody can save me, please don’t treat me like my past

When we were supposed to flame, just come on and meet me in the ash

If I pull through, you would take me home with you

If I make it, you would have my heart and embrace it

But if I flatline, would you come and mope around my grave?

I said we’d both go down in flames

It’s a mistake