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