Paint's Peeling

The paint's peeling off the streets again And I'll drive and close my eyes in Michigan And I feel nothing, not brave It's a hard day for breathing again The heat is chasing off all your friends And their scattered bodies part to the shore again And I feel nothing, not sane It's a hard day for dreaming again And, oh, I'm not going back to the assholes that made me In a perfect display of random acts of hopelessness I wish I could stay here, but I think we're all ready I think we're all ready And I feel nothing, not sane It's a hard day for dreaming again And, oh, now that you've seen almost all of America All you can say is, "Where is all the water?" And the war has been over for years since you gave up And last night, where the road had started And last night, when my hands were choking you Last night, when the room and your mood was dipping And last night, when the ropes were pulling you in You said, "Hey, how could you love me this way?" You said, "Hey" But I think we're all ready I think we're all ready