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