celebrate

James Arthur

Oh my God, yes

I ve come a long way since high school
Just look at all these scars of mine
You should probably check my vitals
I swear it down, it feels real this time
Okay, okay, okay, okay, I m sorry, it ll pass
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 everybody c?lebrates
But they don t know I m trapp?d
Show me how to numb the pain
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
So I can finally celebrate

No, it s so bad
No, absolutely not
I m sorry to let you down, but, uh
I m, I m, I m not gonna come tonight
I m just
I m just (Yeah)

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 crawl back
Like sore rats and I saw that
Fake love, I don t fall for that
So when they call me I don t call back no more
I don t wanna hate myself no more, no more, no more

It s a throwback to the old days
I slip back to my old ways (Old ways)
It s the wrong time to break (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 everybody celebrates
(While everybody celebrates)
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, na, na-na)
Cause I don t know how to celebrate
(Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na)
No, I don t, no, I don t, no, I don t, oh, no
Oh, no, I don t know, I don t know
(Na-na, na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na)
Can anybody hear me?
(Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na) Can anybody hear me?
(Na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na-na, na) No, oh
Cause I don t know how to celebrate

It s a throwback to the old days (Old days)
I slip back to my old ways
(Old ways)
It s the wrong time to break
It s the right time to
(Breathe, hurricane)
Tryna catch your breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane (Cellophane)
While everybody celebrates