Broken Cup

Looks for autumn, looks for spring

They're gonna make you look, just like a magazine

Fickle fashion, we are bought and sold

By next season, she leaves you in the cold

And maybe all I want

is nothing you can sell

In pills and magazines

Turn the pages, Pour the water

I can't seem to get enough

...like a broken cup

Empty pockets, empty dream

all the promises that spill from the glowing screen

wealth and riches on little plastic cards

all you ever wanted, with a low APR

Maybe all I want, is nothing you can sell

In pills and magazines,

Turn the pages, pour the water

Cause I can't seem to get enough

like a broken cup

And you can ask, you can spin, or you can weave the lies right in

I've had enough gonna wash my hands clean, of this 21st century...

some light reading, stop light ahead

give me something that will last longer than that

story like Shakespeare

was meant to stick around

and sitcom romance just wears me out