Dirty Heads

Celebrate


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Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it
20,000 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 of codeine
And I hope you know that I'm not complaining
Hope you know I appreciate it
Every day is just filled with love
Man every day is just thanks and praises
But memories of your birthdays, 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
20,000 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 and we can throw a big party
Invite other people that helped us get started to
To all of you artists that feel a martyr
Don't ever give up, you just gotta go harder

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it
20,000 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
I shot at the moon but I mostly fall

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it
20,000 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


Writer/s: ,The Unlikely Candidates