Mix Tapes/Cell Mates

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