The paint's peeling off the streets again
And I drive and I close my eyes in Michigan.
And I feel nothing, not brave.
It's a hard day for breathing again鈥�.
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鈥�.
I'm not going back to the assholes that made me
And the 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鈥�.
And I feel nothing, not safe.
It's a hard day for dreaming again鈥�.
Now that you've seen almost all of America,
All you can say is, 鈥渨here is all the water?鈥�
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鈥�.
You said, 鈥淗ey, how could you love me this way?鈥�
You said, 鈥淗ey, I think we're all ready鈥�.鈥�
I think we're all ready.
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