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.
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