D                                 E
I am a prisoner in the sunlight / you are my cellmate in the darkness / 
   G                                  A                    D 
there's a box full of mix tapes with titles you came up with / 
  D
they can show us where we came from but not how to get back there / 
 E                                                              G
listening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers it's just weight for the 
 A                       D
anchor to keep your ship here
 D                                     E
goldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag / in a gas station garbage can / 
 G                                 A                D
I'm filling up this evening so I won't have to at 6am / 
 D
on my way into work but that could have been me / 
 E
working behind that counter on the curb there smoking / 
 G                                     A                      D
we're really not that different just a few steps from exploding
 D                                  E           G
now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / 
 G                                A          D
to go back to the place where we started from / 
 D                                E             G
now I'm serving time / till I've earned the right / 
 G                          A                  D
baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight