Coma kid taught me how
He'd come to follow you around
Wherever you go
Said i don't go where im supposed to go
And i dont go really anywhere you know
Told me how he's driven by a curse
Till he kicked out into reverse
Said i don't go where i'm supposed to go
And i don't go really anywhere you know
I made up my mind and i don't mind saying so
I went to meet you at central square
And when i couldnt find you there
I went walking around the city some more
People watching with a cold blank stare
And i saw your face in everyone i swear
Seems i never get your kick quite right
I was walkin slow to a dirty dive
I'm so sick and tired tryin to change your mind
When its so easy to disconnect mine
High times
High times
High times
Yeah i feel fine
High times
High times
High times
Man i feel fine
Don't pick me up
Im fine right where i am
I don't go where i'm supposed to go
Where i'm supposed to go