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