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
