Came Out Swinging (feat. Joe Taylor of Knuckle Puck)

I moved all my shit into my parent's basement

And out of our old apartment

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 I'm brave enough for all of this

Well, I spent this whole year in airports, the floor feels like home

At least we're never alone

I lost track of the time zones, I'd call, but you know

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

It 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

I felt the year start to wind down

Can't stand any dead space, empty beds bum me out

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

It 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, I spent the winter writing songs about getting better

Well, 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, 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

If I'm being honest, I'm getting there