You're driving down the road When something had to blow The car is filled with smoke It calls on you to grow But it makes you want to throw up To have to feel this bad Now you know what you want You want what you had Make it break in Make it break in... But you can't have that You can't go back... Now all the things were sold The ones that made you feel safe And the people that you told all moved away Now you've got something to say But no one there to tell So you write it all down In your little private hell Your private little hell Your private little hell But you wanna be well Make it break in Make it break in... But you wanna be well... Find someone to tell Make it break in Make it break in...