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