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

I 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

I hope you know I appreciate it

Every day is just filled with love

Man everyday is 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 think 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