☆ Starting Over – Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (feat. Ben Bridwell)

12 Now
Those 3 plus years I was so proud of
Then I threw them all away for two Styrofoam cups
The irony everyone will think that he lied to me
Made my sobriety so public there’s no fucking privacy
If I don’t talk about it then I carry a date
A 081008 that now has been changed
And everyone that put me in some box as a saint
That I never was just a false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I’ve written has all been fake
Or will I just take my slip to the grave
What the fuck are my parents gonna say
The success story that got his life together and changed
And you know what pain looks like
When you tell your dad you relapsed and look at him directly into his face
Deceit on your shoulders deceivingly heavy weight
Haven’t seen tears like this on my girl in a while
The trust that I once built has been betrayed
But I’d rather live tellin’ the truth and be judged for my mistakes
Than falsely held up given props loved and praised
I guess I gotta get this on the page
Feelin’ sick and helpless
Lost the compass where self is
I know what I’ve gotta do and I can’t help it
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I’ve gotta find a way to tell them
God help him
We fell so hard now we gotta get back what we lost lost
I thought you’d gone but you were with me all along
And every kid that came up to me
And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean
Now look at me a couple days sober I’m fighting demons
Back of that meeting on the East Side shakin’ tweakin’
Hope that they don’t see it hope that no one is lookin’
That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
Just posted in the back with my hands crossed shook en
If they call on me I’m passin’ it they talk to me I’m bookin’
Out that door but before I can make it
Somebody stops me and says Are you Macklemore
Maybe this isn’t the place or time I just wanted to say that
If it wasn’t for ‘Otherside’ I wouldn’t have made it
I just looked down at the ground and say Thank you
She tells me she has 9 months and that she’s so grateful
Tears in her eyes lookin’ like she’s gonna cry fuck
I barely got forty eight hours treated like I’m some wise monk
I want to tell her I relapsed but I can’t
I just shake her hand and tell her Congrats
Get back to my car and I think I’m trippin’ yeah
Cause God wrote ‘Otherside’ that pen was in my hand
I’m just a flawed man Man I fucked up
Like so many others I just never thought I would
I never thought I would didn’t pick up the book
Doin’ it by myself didn’t turn out that good
If I can be an example of gettin’ sober
Then I can be an example of startin’ over
If I can be an example of gettin’ sober
Then I can be an example of startin’ over