Empty Bottles lyrics

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 is 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?

A rosy child

Strong and wild

With ample 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 is time to repaint

It's time to repaint my

When the cracks

On my bedroom ceiling

Give me this empty bottle feeling

I think is 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
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