The broken glass of a bottle makes a jagged rock bottom
And right now, I got two shaky hands, only one way to stop 'em
And I haven't touched a drop in seven hours, three minutes
Hardly sobered up, already wanna quit quittin'
Sweatin' in an old church basement, wishin' I was wasted
Never thought I'd say this ("Hello, my name's Jason")
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I've been standin' in the rain, just tryna stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors on a winning streak
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
The broken man in the mirror, can't look at me 'cause he's guilty
And I swear that the last couple months, that motherfucker tried to kill me
By the time I saw it coming, it was done with already
It's hard to run from it when it runs in the family
A problem with a thousand more it's causing
Damn, this shit's exhausting
This is why I walked in (Thanks for lettin' me share, y'all)
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I've been standin' in the rain, just tryna stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors on a winning streak
Yeah
Yeah-eh
Oh, yeah
Yeah-eh
I'm tired of being broken
I'm sick of feelin' hopeless
Way down here at my lowest
At the end of my rope, at the end of my rope
So what do I do?
So what do I do?
What do I do?
And I've been losin' myself, I've been losin' my mind
And I've been standin' in the rain, just tryna stay dry
I was so ashamed to be in this seat
'Til I met a man who was twenty years clean
He said, "Everybody here's felt the same defeat"
Nobody walks through these doors on a winning streak (Hey)
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
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