this shouldn't be my theme song two summers in a row

the paint’s peeling off the streets again
and i 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 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 no i’m not going back
to the assholes that made me
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…