Mt. Everest

Me and Mike weren't in much different places after all When I can't sleep, it reminds me of the nights on Adderall I'm sober now from street drugs Six months, ten days, three hours on the dot Sobriety is better than anything I've ever bought I run around with my sons and I say, "Thank you," and "I love you a lot" I make my bed and send flowers And function most of the days from nine to five o'clock Every day I think about doing that dance and singing that song Picking up the phone and so easily doing what's wrong But that's not where I belong I belong on Mt. Everest I belong in the cold, doing the work I belong reaching out to get higher in life But shouldn't we all? Shouldn't we all be on Mt. Everest for the rest of our lives Singing fucking Miley Cyrus, It's the climb? I would've blew millions of dollars And threw out my career if it weren't for my wife She sat me down with my brother and said "Is this what you want out of life?" Then she threw out my stash of hundreds and blues and whites Then I had withdrawals the whole flight I surrendered, I was done with the fight (fight) I got to Colorado and sweat and puked and cried for three long nights 25 more days, I was out with my fellow warriors And I was the first of the group to make it to the top of the hike Then someone was like "Man, your music helped me get sober from heroin, thank you for that" That shit made my life