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 all, 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 
A 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 
Last night, when my hands were choking you 
Last night, when the room and your moon 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