Celebration

She likes her rock and roll

To be broke and famous

With the broken and nameless

To take all their time

She likes her rock and roll to be loud and honest

Proud and androgynous, not searching for context

She likes her rock and roll to teach her about herself

And how to [?] not depleting your mental health

She rock and rolled her way out of Poughkeepsie

She left her family so she could be right next to me

Well, do what you gotta do, but

I will tell the truth and

I didn't ask you to

You might be something I cannot lose

We sound nothing like we did at the start

We made some rock and gave up on art

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Now let's hope that the world holds their remarks

I wanna buy a house without feeling doubt

I wanna change the world, but also change myself

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Here's the voice of an aspiring sellout

Darling, you got your first taste of fame

I hope it tastes as good as you thought

'Cause once you play the game, nothing's the same

And that fame might be all that she got

'Cause I'd rather live with a broken heart than no heart at all

Left with questions and remarks that narrate the fall

We'll paint a picture and cover it in gray

And peel away an inch every time we feel our love stray

So by the end we could look at the beautiful art

That you and I made, if we don't already fade

We sound nothing like we did at the start

We made some rock and gave up on art

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Now let's hope that the world holds their remarks

I wanna buy a house without feeling doubt

I wanna change the world, but also change myself

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Here's the voice of an aspiring sellout

Yet it's someday you don't still love me

Just know that I will miss you

If it's not too much to ask

Maybe someday you'll sit back

And you'll find some time you miss me, too

'Cause I can get it wrong

Sometimes I know I'm right

I don't wanna sing another sad song

Just wanna celebrate life

We sound nothing like we did at the start

We made some rock and gave up on art

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Now let's hope that the world holds their remarks

I hope you're happy, mom

I wrote a happy song

Here's the voice of an aspiring sellout