Alcoa - Keep Track/Lose Track [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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