Cifra de Came Out Swinging - The Wonder Years
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D
And out of our old apartment
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
And the floor feels like home
Oh,
G
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
The late nights and the long drives start to get to me
I'm just so tired
D A
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
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
Instrumental: D G Em G
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
D G
My heart keeps saying stay young
Em
My lower back seems to disagree
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
I can't stand any dead space
Empty beds bum me out
Oh,
Em G D
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
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
Instrumental: D G D A x2
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
I came out swinging from a South Philly basement
Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents
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
I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there