Lyrics Broken Cup - Sandra McCracken

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