Woorden: Elliott Smith. High Times.

Coma kid
tell me how and come to follow you around where ever you go
said i don?t go, where i'm supposed to 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
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 like 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, yea 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