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 [bad word] 
Your private little [bad word] 
Your private little [bad word] 

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