Empty Bottle

Look at yourself Are you sad? Are you sad? Don't be afraid It's not bad to be sad Dust off your hands And reach into foreign lands Of your mind Don't be kind 'cause we're all fools Each others tools When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think it's time to repaint It's time to repaint myself Try not to peer through plastic eyes Through plastic eyes Peel back the rind And you'll find something kind You're still you, remember you Rosy child, strong and wild With apple lungs You, you breathe with ease Floating on the breeze Floating on the breeze When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think it's time to repaint It's time to repaint my... When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think it's time to repaint It's time to repaint myself Maybe blue or green Or something in between Maybe blue, maybe green Maybe something in between Maybe blue or green Maybe something In between In between