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