Paint's Peeling Lyrics - The Execution Of All Things - Rilo Kiley

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....