Cellmates I am a prisoner in the sunlight
you are my cellmate in the darkness
there's a box full of mix tapes with titles you came up with

they can show us where we came from but not how to get back there
listening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers it's just weight for the
anchor to keep your ship here goldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag

in a gas station garbage can
I'm filling up this evening so I won't have to at 6am
on my way into work but that could have been me

working behind that counter on the curb there smoking
we're really not that different just a few steps from exploding now I'm serving
time

till I've earned the right
to go back to the place where we started from
now I'm serving time

till I've earned the right
baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight I am a prisoner in the
sunlight

you are my cellmate in the darkness
I just hope I wake up before this streetlight changes
you know this world is eating him alive

but you just can't find the metaphor to describe
the bottle of pills and the emptiness in the soft light now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right

to go back to the place where we started from
now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right

baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight