Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Came Out Swinging, artist - The Wonder Years. Date of issue: 13.06.2011
Song language: English
Came Out Swinging |
| 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, at least we’re never alone |
| I lost track of the time zones, I’d call but you know, 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 |
| I felt the year start to wind down |
| Can’t stand any dead space, empty beds bum me out, 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, caked in stale beer and sweat |
| Under half-lit fluorescents and 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 |
| 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 |
| Well, if I’m being honest, I’m getting there |