Came Out Swinging

[Verse 1]

Moved all my shit into my parent's basement

And out of our old apartment

And I know things changed

But I'm not sure when

I guess you'd call this regression

I left a real job and a girlfriend

Convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this, well

I spent a whole year in airports

And the floor feels like home

Oh, at least we're never alone

I lost track of the time zones, I'd call but you know, oh

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm running on empty

And the late nights and the long drives start to get to me

I'm just so tired

[Chorus]

I spent this year as a ghost

And I'm not sure what I'm looking for

A voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore

I came in here alone, came in here alone

(But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago)

I spent this year as a ghost

And I'm not sure where home is anymore

[Verse 2]

Been on a steady fast food diet

Like we're this generation's

Morgan Spurlock but we don't admit defeat

My body feels rejected

I can't say that I blame it

My heart keeps saying stay young

My lower back seems to disagree

Unrolled a cheap cotton blanket

On an old dirty couch, oh

I felt the year start to wind down

Can't stand any dead space, empty beds bum me out, oh

[Chorus]

I spent this year as a ghost

And I'm not sure what I'm looking for

A voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore

I came in here alone, came in here alone

(But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago)

I spent this year as a ghost

And I'm not sure where home is anymore

[Outro]

I came out swinging from a

South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat

Under half-lit fluorescents and I

Spent the winter writing songs about getting better

And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there

I came out swinging from a

South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat

Under half-lit fluorescents and I

Spent the winter writing songs about getting better

And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there

I came out swinging from a

South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat

Under half-lit fluorescents and I

Spent the winter writing songs about getting better

Well, if I'm being honest, I'm getting there