It’s just a broken car, not a broken heart
I’m stranded on the street, I’m taking it real hard
It’s money I don’t have, it’s time I can’t get back
It’s a constant reminder of all the things I lack
I’m angry and confused. I’m trying to deny
I see it can’t keep moving but still I want to try
I laugh like it’s a joke. I cry because I fear
That maybe there’s no hope. There’s things I just can’t
steer
It needs some time to fix
There are no easy tricks
It’s just stones and sticks
They won’t tear me apart
It’s just a broken car
…And a broken heart
