Am G C FAm G C 1,2, now [Part 1]Am G Those three-plus years, I was so proud ofC F Then I threw them all away for two Styrofoam cupsAm G The irony, everyone will think that "He lied to me"C Made my sobriety so public, there's no fucking privacyAm G If I don't talk about it then I carry a dateC F A "08/10/08" that now has been changedAm G And everyone that put me in some box as a saintC That I never was, just a false prophet that never cameAm G And will they think that everything that I've written has all been fake?C F Or will I just take my slip to the grave?Am G What the fuck are my parents gonna say?C The success story that got his life together and changedAm G And you know, what pain looks likeC F When you tell your dad you relapsed and look at him directly into his faceAm G Deceit on your shoulders, deceivingly heavy weightC Haven't seen tears like this on my girl in a whileAm G The trust that I once built has been betrayedC F But I'd rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakesAm G Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praisedC I guess, I gotta get this on the pageAm G Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass where self isC F I know what I've gotta do, and I can't help itAm G One day at a time is what they tell usC Now I've gotta find a way to tell themAm G C F God help 'em, yeahAm G One day at a time is what they tell usC Now I've gotta find a way to tell them [Hook]Am G We fall, so hard,C F Am G C now we gotta get back what we lost, lostAm G I thought you’d gone,C F Am G C but you were with me all along, along [Part 2]Am G And every kid that came up to meC F And said I was the music they listened to when they first got cleanAm G Now look at me, a couple days sober, I'm fighting demonsC Back of that meeting on the East Side, shaking, tweakingAm G Hope that they don't see it, hope that no one is lookingC F That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodieAm G Just posted in the back with my hands crossed, shookenC If they call on me I'm passin', if they talk to me I'm bookingAm G Out that door, but before, I can make itC Somebody stops me and says "Are you Macklemore?F Am G Maybe this isn't the place or time, I just wanted to say thatC If it wasn't for 'Otherside,' I wouldn't have made it"Am G I just looked down at the ground and say, "Thank you"C F She tells me she has nine months, and that she's so gratefulAm G Tears in her eyes, looking like she's gonna cry, fuckC I barely got forty-eight hours, treated like I'm some wise monkAm G I want to tell her I relapsed, but I can'tC F I just shake her hand and tell her, "Congrats"Am G Get back to my car, and I think I'm tripping, yeahC Cause God wrote "Otherside," that pen was in my handAm G I'm just a flawed man, man, I fucked upC F Like so many others, I just never thought I wouldAm G I never thought I would, didn't pick up the bookC Doin' it by myself didn't turn out that good [Bridge]Am G If I can be an example of getting soberC F Then I can be an example of starting overAm G If I can be an example of getting soberC Then I can be an example of starting over [Hook]Am G We fall, so hard,C F Am G C now we gotta get back what we lost, lostAm G I thought you’d gone,C F Am G C but you were with me all along, along [Outro]Am G C FAm G C
Starting Over
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