Lyrics:

One, two now, that's 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 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 saint
That I never was, its the false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I 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 to relapsed then look him directly into his face
The seat on your shoulders, the seemingly heavy weight
I haven't seen tears like this on my girl in a while
The trust that I once builts been betrayed.
But Id rather live telling the truth than be judged for my mistakes
Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised
I 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 cant help it
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I gotta find a way to tell them
God help em
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I gotta find a way to tell them

[Hook]
We fell so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I felt youd 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
Im fighting demons, back of that meeting on the east side
Shaking, tweakin', hope that they dont see it
Hope that no one is looking
That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
Was posted in the back with my hands crossed, shooken
If they call on me Im passing; if they talk to me Im booking out that door
But before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you Macklemore?
Maybe this isnt the place or time
I just wanted to say that if it wasnt for 'Otherside' I wouldnt have made it
I just look down at the ground and say, "Thank you."
She tells me she has nine months and that shes so grateful
Tears in her eyes, looking like shes gonna cry... fuck!
I barely got 48 hours, treated like Im some wise monk
I wanna tell her I relapsed but I cant
I just shake her hand and tell her congrats
Get back to my car and I think Im tripping yea
'Cause God wrote 'Otherside', that pen was in my hand
Im just a flawed man, man I fucked up up
Like so many others I just never thought I would
I never thought I would, didnt pick up the book
Doin it by myself didnt turn out that good

If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over
If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over

We fell so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I felt youd go
But you were with me all along, along

We fell so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost, lost