Flatline

You know it’s on the way, you know it’s on the road
I don’t know what to say, I’m running out of 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 runnin’ out of 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 underway, I’m with the undertow
I wish that I could stay, you don’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 takе me home with you
If I make it, you would havе 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