Paint's Peeling - Rilo Kiley

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

And 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

And the perfect display of random acts of hopelessness

I wish I could stay here, but I think we’re all ready

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»

Think we’re all ready