Mix Tapes

Cellmates I am a prisoner in the sunlightyou are my cellmate in the darknessthere's a box full of mix tapes with titles you came up withthey can show us where we came from but not how to get back therelistening 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 bagin a gas station garbage canI'm filling up this evening so I won't have to at 6amon my way into work but that could have been meworking behind that counter on the curb there smokingwe're really not that different just a few steps from exploding now I'm serving timetill I've earned the rightto go back to the place where we started fromnow I'm serving timetill I've earned the rightbaby I swear one day we'll get the money straight I am a prisoner in the sunlightyou are my cellmate in the darknessI just hope I wake up before this streetlight changesyou know this world is eating him alivebut you just can't find the metaphor to describethe bottle of pills and the emptiness in the soft light now I'm serving timetill I've earned the rightto go back to the place where we started fromnow I'm serving timetill I've earned the rightbaby I swear one day we'll get the money straight