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 A sign that reads 'let's fix what's broke' How about that line of thought's a cruel joke