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