Songtext Celebrate James Arthur

Celebrate

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