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