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.