Sometimes i think i see you on the streets Sometimes i think you are walking using my feet Sometimes reality clashes and im near defeat Reeling from the scene, a bad fucking dream Just guide me home. 8 ball. 40 oz. a grassy hill on haight street. I remember the time we were more than brothers We were partners in crime. Drunk on a weekday afternoon was it the first time? I remember the last. never thought i would Have to write this song. Maybe theres someone whos pulling The strings just for fun Maybe theres no one at all Either way its a shitty story Bad luck, wrong time. its all the same You know this line.just try not to have any regrets I wonder why youve gone I wonder where youve gone Always knew youd be gone