celebration

every notion of sensation, has already left my body, every bone that started breaking, is a cause for celebration, so now i wait for. i hope i can make it through these days, these days, every night's a celebration, every night's a f***ing party, there's no reason for salvation, this irony was all we wanted, so now i wait for, i hope i can make it through these days, these days, these days, trying to understand as someone else, trying to pull myself from underground, trying to understand i'm someone else, trying to stand as my legs begin to bend, because everything breaks as it changes, everything crumbles to the sea, everything fails as i am fading, out of a memory, out again