One, two now, that's three plus years, I was so proud of.And I threw 'em all away for 2 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 08-10-08, that now has been changed.And when they put me in some box as a saintThat I never was, it's the false prophet that never came.And will they think that everything that I written has all been fakeOr will I'll just take my slip to the graveUh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say?The success story that got his life together and changedAnd you know what pain looks likeWhen you tell your dad to relapse then look him directly into his face.The seat on your shoulder's the seemingly heavy weightI haven't seen tears like this on my girlIn a while, the trust that I once built's been betrayed.But I'd rather live telling the truth than be judged for my mistakesThen falsely held up, given props, loved and praisedI guess I gotta get this on the page.Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass where self is.I know what I gotta do and I can't help it.One day at a time is what they tell us.Now I gotta find a way to tell them.God help 'emOne day at a time is what they tell usNow I gotta find a way to tell them[Hook]We fell so hardNow we gotta get back what we lost. lost.I felt you'd goBut you were with me all along. along.And every kid that came up to meAnd said I was the music they listened to when they first got cleanNow look at me, a couple days soberI'm fighting demonsBack of that meeting on the east sideShaking tweakin', hope that they don't see itHope that no one is lookingThat no one recognizes that failure under that hoodieWas posted in the back with my hands crossed shookenIf they call on me I'm passing, if they talk to me I'm booking out that doorBut before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you Macklemore?Maybe this isn't the place or timeI just wanted to say that if it wasn't for other side I wouldn't have made itI just look down at the ground and say thank youShe tells me she has 9 months and that she's so gratefulTears in her eyes, looking like she's gonna cry. fuck!I barely got 48 hours, treated like I'm some wise monkI wanna tell her I relapsed but I can'tI just shake her hand and tell her congratsGet back to my car and I think I'm tripping yeaCuz God wrote Otherside, that pen was in my handI'm just a flawed man, man I fucked up upLike so many others I just never thought I wouldI never thought I would, didn't pick up the bookDoin' it by myself, didn't turn out that goodIf I can be an example of getting soberThen I can be an example of starting overIf I can be an example of getting soberThen I can be an example of starting overWe fell so hardNow we gotta get back what we lost. lost.I felt you'd goBut you were with me all along. along.We fell so hardNow we gotta get back what we lost. lost.