Standard (EADGBE)

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