Mix Tapes / 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
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