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Starting Over
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis Feat. Ben Bridwell
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One, two, now
Those three plus years, I was so proud of
And I threw 'em all away for two Styrofoam cups
The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me
Made my sobriety so public, there's no fuckin' privacy
If I don't talk about it, then I carry a date
A 08-10-08 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?
Uh, 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 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's 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, uh
God help 'em, yeah
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I've gotta find a way to tell them
We fought so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you'd go
But you were with me all along, 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, shooken
If they call on me, I'm passin' it, if 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 nine months and that she's so grateful
Tears in her eyes lookin' like she's gonna cry, fuck
I barely got 48 hours, treated like I'm some wise monk
I wanna 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
We fought so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you'd go
But you were with me all along, along
We fought so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
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