Mix Tapes/Cell Mates

I[D] am a prisoner in the sunlight / y[E]ou are my cellmate in the darkness /
the[G]re's a box full of mix tapes with t[A]itles you came up wit[D]h /
th[D]ey can show us where we came from but not how to get back there /
l[E]istening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers it's just we[G]ight for the
a[A]nchor to keep your ship [D]here
g[D]oldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag / i[E]n a gas station garbage can /
I[G]'m filling up this evening so I wo[A]n't have to at 6a[D]m /
o[D]n my way into work but that could have been me /
w[E]orking behind that counter on the curb there smoking /
w[G]e're really not that different just a [A]few steps from explodin[D]g
n[D]ow I'm serving time / till I've ear[E]ned the righ[G]t /
t[G]o go back to the place where we s[A]tarted from[D] /
n[D]ow I'm serving time / till I've e[E]arned the righ[G]t /
b[G]aby I swear one day we'll g[A]et the money straig[D]ht