came out swinging: the wonder years 

well, i spent this whole year in airports and the floor feels like home. oh, at least we’re never alone i lost track of the time zones and i’d call but you know i’m running on empty. 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 i’m 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. 

relevant.