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