Celebrate

(Na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na)
(Na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na)

I’ve come a long way since high school
Just look at all these scars of mine
We should probably share more violence
I swear it don’t feel real this time
Okay, okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry [?]
Anxiety can be deceiving, lets the demons relax
Relax
Just ride the feeling when you feel it b-b-beating too fast

It’s a throwback to the old days
I slip back to my old ways
It’s the wrong time to break
It’s the right time to breathe
Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane
While everyone celebrates
But they don’t know I’m trapped
Show me how to numb the pain
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
So I can finally celebrate

([?])

I’ve come a long way from nowhere
I’ve given up on friends of mine
‘Cause when I needed friends, they weren’t there
A phone call coulda saved my life
Then I fall back, and they call back
[?] that, [I saw that?]
[?], I don’t fall for that
So, when they call me, I don’t call back no more
I don’t wanna hear myself no more (no more)

It’s a throwback to the old days
I slip back to my old ways
It’s the wrong time to break
It’s the right time to breathe
Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane
While everyone celebrates
But they don’t know I’m trapped
Show me how to numb the pain
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
So I can finally celebrate

(Na-na, na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na, na-na, na-na) ‘cause I don’t know how to celebrate
(Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na) no, I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, oh, no
(Na, na-na-na-na, na)
(Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, no, I don’t)
(Na, na-na-na-na, na, na-na, na-na) naa-ah-na, can anybody hear me?
(Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na) can anybody hear me?
(Na, na-na-na-na, na) no, I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t, oh, no
‘Cause I don’t know how to celebrate

It’s a throwback to the old days (ooh-ooh)
I slip back to my old ways (oh)
It’s the wrong time to break
It’s the right time to
(Breathe) tryna catch your breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane (ooh)
While everyone celebrates