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  The heat is chasing off all of 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  Now that you've seen almost all of america  All you can say is, "where is all the water?"  The war has been over for years since you gave up    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, i think we're all ready..."  I think we're all ready