| Song | Paint's Peeling |
| Artist | Rilo Kiley |
| Album | The Execution Of All Things |
| 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. |