Coming Down

Smoke the last half of a last cigarette on my way home

Pulled 'em out a pack that I bought a week ago

They just don't taste that good to me anymore

'Bout the same time I pushed the gas pedal down to the floor

I can feel myself coming down

I can feel my mind running around

I can feel myself coming down

There's a batch of woods at the back of my parents house

I wanna go, get lost, nearly found my way back out

Ten years ago, I woulda taken you with me

So much has changed since we were 17

Girls, no long I care and hard drugs are takin' a toll on me

I can feel myself coming down

I can feel my mind running around and around and around

I can feel myself coming down

All the things I used to run from

I just don't run from them now

And there's nothing left to be scared of

Of being buried in the ground

I can feel myself coming down

I can feel my mind running around