Coming Down Songtext

I'm finally coming down.

What makes me

put that stuff in my mouth?



If I could only throw up,

or sweat it out of my sweaty hands.

For hours and hours I tried

to squeeze out every microgram.


Tremor, flicker,

quiver, shudder,

shiver, flutter,

miss a beat,

catch up, miss a beat.



Who do you call up

when you're out of you're mind.

I call my mother,

but she wasn't home this time.