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