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
 But 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 dreams
 All the promises that spill from the glowing screens
 Wealth and riches on a little plastic cards
 All you ever wanted with a low APR
 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
 You can ask and you can spin it
 Or you can weave the lies right in it
 I've enough, gonna wash my hands clean
 Of this 21st century, yeah
 Some light reading, stop light ahead
 You gotta give me something that will last longer than that
 Story like Shakespeare, it was meant to stick around
 Sitcom romance, it wears me out
 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
 Like a broken cup