Broken Cars

I'm not here, I'm living yesterday
and covering all my walls with pictures thrown away
regret's an anchor in a guilty sea
it's pulling me down and I wanna be free

[chorus]
don't look back at all the broken cars on the track
they're only going nowhere fast, you're hanging on

a million dreams and i fantasize
"a little more, that's all i need and i'll be fine."
bit "a little more" is always out of reach
it's pushing me back and i wanna be free

there's a whole world over there
full of shit but now i couldn't care
i don't wanna know
cause there's everything right now