Came out Swinging Intro: C C Moved all my shit into my parent's basement G And out of our old apartment Am F I know things changed but I'm not sure when C I guess you'd call this regression G I left a real job and a girlfriend Am F I convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this Am F C Well, I spent this whole year in airports G And the floor feels like home Am F C G Ohhhhh, at least we're never alone Am F C G I lost track of the time zones and I'd call but you know Am F C G Ohhhhh Am I'm running on empty C G Am The late nights and the long drives start to get to me C G I'm just so tired Am F C G I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for Am F C G I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore Am I came in here alone F Came in here alone C G But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago Am F C G I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore C G Am F C Been on a steady fast food diet G Am Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock F But we don't admit defeat C G My body feels rejected and I can't say that I blame it Am My heart keeps saying stay young F My lower back seems to disagree Am F C G I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch Am F C G Am Ohhhhh, I felt the year start to wind down F C I can't stand any dead space G Empty beds bum me out Am F C G Ohhhh Am F C G I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for Am F C G I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore Am I came in here alone F Came in here alone C G But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago Am F C G I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore C F Am G (x2) C F I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Am G Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents C F I spent the winter writing songs about getting better Am G And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there C F I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Am G Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents C F I spent the winter writing songs about getting better Am G And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there C F I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Am G Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents C F I spent the winter writing songs about getting better Am G And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there End on C
