Empty Bottle Ingrid Michaelson

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