Standard (EADGBE)

 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