Summer and the Magic Trick

A sign that reads 'let's fix what’s broke'
How about that line of thought’s a cruel joke
Why don’t we both just line our coats
With all we cherish most and haggle?
'Cause if you’re always looking for the fix
You’ll never see the current trips
Colors of the horses and saddles
Addled with the constant chore of getting better
But I can’t find it
No, I can’t find it
I can’t find it
What I should to be good?
Summer found a magic trick
Where the same thing that fixes makes you sick
But ginger ale and a saltine
Isn’t quite the kind that Summer means
Sick of the nothing that you do
Sick of staring at the tube
At marathons of food and dancing stars
I wish we had one last waltz to heal our hungry hearts
But I can’t find it
No, I can’t find it
I can’t find it
What I should to be good?
But I can’t find it
No, I can’t find it
I can’t find it
What I should to be?
It’s hard to heal when you can’t really feel what’s wrong
And feeling good doesn’t make for feel-good songs
But Summer sang a sad one and it felt good singing along
Summer sang a sad one but it felt good to sing along
And in that second it felt good
A sign that reads 'let's fix what’s broke'
How about that line of thought’s a cruel joke