Keep Track/Lose Track

My bottle of cheap red wine I bought at the store down the street.

And it’s filled with bad ideas and intentions for the friends I hate

And I can’t say I remember what exactly I’m doing here

Well I’m rotten after a blackout while you’re chasing shots with your beer

Well I’ll warn you later he’s still sleeping all alone

And he’s waiting for you to finish this so come home

Look for stability in complacency; you’re always under covers

And the smell of sweat from the under, blood anthems for old lovers

And I’m counting days and nights

When I lost track of the when’s and where’s, but at least I got the faces clear

And you’re moving out of range

And you’re keeping track of the how’s and why’s, and my careless thoughts and my bullshit lies

Now I’m counting days and nights

And I lost track of the when’s and where’s, but at least I got the faces clear

And you’re moving out of range

And you’re keeping track of the how’s and why’s, and my careless thoughts and my bullshit

My bullshit lies

My lies