Someday

You hide my twelve pack I lift a bill from your wallet. You say you want yesterday back I can't recall it. You call my brother tell him I'm out of hand. He says he warned you I won't follow the life you've planned. I drink in solitude racing the clock hand I'd choose vodka over food I don't expect you to understand. You work hard to support me I drink it away. I know how much better I can be, But what can I say? You can't fix me and I don't care anyway. I'm sorry you ever met me. I hope you'll stop one day. I doubt the bottle will set me free. Although I'd love to be good for you Someday.