Coasting

Ask the birds if they ever get tired from flying so high Like an illusion of water to sky, oh No landing, no arriving (ooh) All of my friends are collecting debts while (ooh) I'm running in circles, living the same life I'm just coasting on an open highway Called me a pain and a backseat driver Making sense of a senseless season, oh Don't call me out, don't call me out, don't call me out Just call me up, just call me up You tried to pull my body right back to you But your hands kept on sliding And the grip of the tires is wearing thin 'Cause I'm slipping, colliding (ooh) All of my friends are collecting debts while (ooh) I'm running in circles, living the same life I'm just coasting on an open highway Called me a pain and a backseat driver Making sense of a senseless season, oh Don't call me out, don't call me out, don't call me out Just call me up, just call me up (Don't call me out, don't call me out, don't call me out) (Don't call me out, don't call me out, don't call me out) The wind is blowing, is it showing that I'm coasting? Wind is blowing, is it showing that I'm coasting? The wind is blowing, is it showing that I'm coasting? The wind is blowing, is it showing that I'm coasting?