Tom: D
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
