James Arthur Celebrate
[Intro]
Oh my God, yes
[Verse 1]
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 down, it feels real this time
Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'm sure it'll pass
Anxiety can be deceiving, it's the demons, relax, relax
Just ride the feeling when you feel it b-b-beating too fast
[Chorus]
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 a breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane
While everybody cеlebrates
But they don't know I'm trappеd
Show me how to numb the pain
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
So I can finally celebrate
[Post-Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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 fought back and they crawled back
Like sewer 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
[Chorus]
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 a 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
[Bridge]
(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, no more, no more
(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
[Chorus]
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 a breath in a hurricane
Like tryna punch a hole in the cellophane (Cellophane)
While everybody celebrates
