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
Dont be kind cuz we're all fools
Each others tools
When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think its time to repaint
It's time to repaint myself
Try not to peer through plastic eyes
Through plastic eyes
Peel back the rind
And youll find something kind
You're still you, remember you
Rosy child, strong and wild
With apple lungs