Pulling Strings

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