High Times - Elliott Smith

Coma kid

Coma kid

Tell me how

You come to follow you around

Wherever you go

Said I don’t go where I’m supposed go

And I don’t go really anywhere, you know

Told me how he’s driven by a curse

'Til 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 sayin' so

I went to meet you at central square

And when I couldn’t 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 walking slow to a dirty dive

I’m so sick and tired of trying to change your mind

When it’s 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

I’m fine right where I am

I don’t go where I’m supposed go

Where I’m supposed to go