Flake

You drew the path for a setting sun Put a resolution on the back of a kettle one Passed me a rough pill and I washed it down Well, it's hard to forget you when I carry your name Cutting my prescription on the back of a bullet train Like it's gonna take me far When everything wrong with me lands where you are Oh, I see a turning point You come and flip the switch to spin it around That's the way you disappoint I fucking hate your guts right now I fucking hate your guts right now I was too drunk to notice I was hedging a bet High roller losing to the voice in the back of my head It's never gonna be like that The room starts spinning, and everyone's laughing at you Man, you're coming up short in all the ways that you were worried about But it's still cool, right? No, I see a turning point You come and flip the switch to spin it around That's the way you disappoint I fucking hate your guts right now I fucking hate your guts right now (Now and then) I see the point Couldn't take the hand that you're reaching out But you'd only disappoint You did it then, you'll do it now