Came Out Swinging - The Wonder Years

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

I’m running on empty

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

I’m just so tired

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

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

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

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