Cellmates

You should've seen us at 22

Like Bryan Kienlen's first tattoo

Way out of line, crooked, we were wild, we were loose

Broken teeth and broken homes

Long before we all fell face first into our phones

Sky high but sinking like stones

Doing any little thing not to feel alone

But now, me and all my rotten friends

Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days

Now, me and all my rotten friends

Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates

Back when we were cellmates

Back when we were cellmates

Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills

Holes wide inside you know that'll never get filled

Grist for the murder mill

Rack up the tab, never pay the bill

You should've seen us by 35

Shaking like dogs on the Fourth of July

Last leaves on the tree, last buds on the vine

Death wish living but afraid to die

And now, me and all my rotten friends

Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days

Now, me and all my rotten friends

Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates

Back when we were cellmates

Back when we were cellmates

Now we're stuck the in between

We mainline nostalgia like amphetamine

Dress up the past like it's Halloween

Like killers coming back to the crime scene

We mainline nostalgia like amphetamin

And now, me and all my rotten friends

Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days

Now, me and all my rotten friends

Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates

Back when we were cellmates

Back when we were cellmates

Back when we were cellmates