Celebrate
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Yeah, these late nights and these long drives
Full moons under dark skies
Tears fall behind phone screens
Lonely hearts lead to bad dreams
Wish that I could be there for you
I hope that life will be fair for you
It's hard to sleep 'cause I'm always thinking
And passing out off a codeine
And I hope you know that I'm not complaining
Hope you know I appreciate it
Everyday's just filled with love
Man, everyday's just thanks and praises but
Memories of your birthday
They get me in the worst ways
When you say, "Dad, it's okay"
When you get home, we can celebrate
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Not the money, not the fame
Love the struggle, love the pain
After all that we have gained
We realize we're all the same
Sacrifice my brothers cried
We've been gone when family died
Losing my focus, symphonies open
Singing my opus just for a moment
One day I'll get home, we can throw a big party
Invite other people that helped us get started
To all of your artists that feel like a martyr
Don't ever give up, you just gotta go harder
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Every night feels like another weekend
Keep pretending that it's easy
Sold my soul for a wrecking ball
A shot at the moon but I mostly fall
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Yeah, these late nights and these long drives
Full moons under dark skies
Tears fall behind phone screens
Lonely hearts lead to bad dreams
Wish that I could be there for you
I hope that life will be fair for you
It's hard to sleep 'cause I'm always thinking
And passing out off a codeine
And I hope you know that I'm not complaining
Hope you know I appreciate it
Everyday's just filled with love
Man, everyday's just thanks and praises but
Memories of your birthday
They get me in the worst ways
When you say, "Dad, it's okay"
When you get home, we can celebrate
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Not the money, not the fame
Love the struggle, love the pain
After all that we have gained
We realize we're all the same
Sacrifice my brothers cried
We've been gone when family died
Losing my focus, symphonies open
Singing my opus just for a moment
One day I'll get home, we can throw a big party
Invite other people that helped us get started
To all of your artists that feel like a martyr
Don't ever give up, you just gotta go harder
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Every night feels like another weekend
Keep pretending that it's easy
Sold my soul for a wrecking ball
A shot at the moon but I mostly fall
Mom, if you can hear me, I think I made it
Twenty thousand fans from the stage I'm standing on
I want you to know I appreciate it
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Mom, I gotta go, the curtain's calling
All the way from Rome, I'm really sorry
Tell my little sister I said, "Hey"
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
One day I'll come home, we can celebrate
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Watson, Dustin Bushnell, Kyle Morris, Jason Bell, Jordan Miller
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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