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