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D
Moved all my shit into my parent's basement
G
And out of our old apartment
Bm A
I know things changed but I'm not sure when
D
I guess you'd call this regression
G
I left a real job and a girlfriend
Bm A
I convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this
Em G D
Well, I spent this whole year in airports
A Em G D
And the floor feels like home, whoa-oh-oh-oh
A Em
At least we're never alone
G D A Em G D
I lost track of the time zones and I'd call but you know, whoa-oh-oh-oh
G
I'm running on empty
D A G
The late nights and the long drives start to get to me
I'm just so tired
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D
Been on a steady fast food diet
G Bm
Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock
A
But we don't admit defeat
D G
My body feels rejected and I can't say that I blame it
Bm
My heart keeps saying stay young
A
My lower back seems to disagree
Em G D A Em G D
I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch, whoa-oh-oh-oh
A Em
I felt the year start to wind down
G D
I can't stand any dead space
A Em G D
Empty beds bum me out, whoa-oh-oh-oh
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for
G D A
I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore
G
I came in here alone
D
Came in here alone
A
But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago
G D A
I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore
G D A
D G
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Bm A
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
D G
And I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
Bm A
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there
D G
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Bm A
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
D G
And I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
Bm A
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there
D G
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Bm A
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
D G
And I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
Bm A D
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there
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Published: 18 Jun, 2013
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