Song | Paint's Peeling |
Artist | Rilo Kiley |
Album | The Execution Of All Things |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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…. | |
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, I think we're all ready….” | |
I think we're all ready. |
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. | |
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, I think we' re all ready." | |
I think we' re all ready. |
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. | |
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, I think we' re all ready." | |
I think we' re all ready. |