Moved all my shit into my parent's basement
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
