Paint's Peeling

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....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....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....And I feel nothing, not safe.

It's a hard day for dreaming again....