this derelict says to me his glass is half full
i say he's a different kind of full
the way i see it's two gulps down the hatch
to put to rest this outlook on life that lingers on ends frayed
...ends frayed

(chorus)
you bottle it up inside this glass
what a mess you've made
it overflows with this charade that you parade
you say "look at me" but do you like what you see?

pull that wool off from your eye,
that fortune teller doesn't weigh in on your fate
she's just tracing lines across your hand,
selling you the tale written across your face

(chorus)

Yeah Yeah Yeah...

It's gotta be pretty hard to see
with your eyes clamped shut that way
are you scared to see what's become of you?
how long can you really hide away?

you bottle it up inside
another fine mess you've made
there's two kinds of pane in this mirror
do you like this mess you see?

...you bottle it up inside
another fine mess you've made

do you like what you, like what you see?
do you like what you, like what you see?