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   May something   In between, in between