Текст песни Coming Down - Austin Meade

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