Mixtapes and Cellmates

[Intro] D

[Verse] D I am a prisoner in the sunlight Em You are my cellmate in the darkness G There's a box full of mix tapes A D With titles you came up with D They can show us where we came from but not how to get back there Em Listening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers G A It's just weight for the anchor D To keep your ship here D Goldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag Em In a gas station garbage can G I'm filling up this evening A D So I won't have to at 6am D On my way into work but that could have been me Em Working behind that counter on the curb there smoking G We're really not that different A D Just a few steps from exploding

[Chorus] D Bm Now I'm serving time Em G Till I've earned the right A D To go back to the place where we started from D Bm Now I'm serving time Em G Till I've earned the right A D Baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight

[Verse] D I am a prisoner in the sunlight Em You are my cellmate in the darkness G I just hope I wake up A D Before this streetlight changes D Yeah you know this world is eating him alive Em But you just can't find the metaphor to describe G A D The bottle of pills and the emptiness in the soft light

[Chorus] D Bm And I'm serving time Em G Till I've earned the right A D To go back to the place where we started from D Bm Yeah I'm serving time Em G Till I've earned the right A D Baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight