Came Out Swinging

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

My mind is made up, there's going to be trouble

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-oh-oh

At least we're never alone

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

Oh-oh-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-oh-oh

I felt the year start to wind down

I can't stand any dead space

Empty beds bum me out

Oh-oh-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