The Fix

I am not looking for an answer
I’m not trying for a tired old bag of tricks
I need a fix a frame shift
And we have got a problem placing purpose
Feeling worthless as a broken instrument
But you, you’ve got it all on the cool, calm and collected
You, you’ve got it all tight and in perspective
Well honey when you’ve had it
Don’t you tire of the copasetic
Of the dirge, the day to day
Do you ever throw your arms up
Arrested and disarmed of every weapon you could possibly say

I am not looking for an answer
I’m not trying for a tired old bag of tricks
I need a fix a frame shift
And we have got a problem placing purpose
Feeling worthless as a broken instrument
But you, you’ve got it all on the cool, calm and collected
You, you’ve got it all tight and in perspective

We make up our own rules now
We all play the fool
Now and again I play it longer than I’d like to
With no one left to pray to
We’ve got learning to attend to
Solutions to find on our own

I am not looking for an answer
I’m not trying for a tired old bag of tricks
I need a fix a frame shift
And we have got a problem placing purpose
Feeling worthless as a broken instrument