Celebrate (feat. The Unlikely Candidates) [Alt Edit]

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

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
I wish that life could be faIR to you
It's hard to sleep I'm always thinking
And Passing out off a Codeine
I hope you know that I'm not complaining
I hope you know that I appreciate it
Everyday it's just filled with love
Man everyday is just thanks and praises
But Memories of your birthdays
They get me in the worst day
But you say dad it's Ok
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
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 you'll get home, we can throw a big party
Invite all the people that helped us get started
To all of you artists that feel like a martyr
Don't ever give up, you just got to 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
I 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