Lay your head in my lap
Let the sound of my laught comfort you now here in the cold
Your face gets wet as the drink slips from my hand
The faster i drive the harder i cry don't worry i'll get us there

And I look down at you
You look up at me
We're a real fucked up family

We make it home this place is a mess
The smell of cologne mixed with all that we own
Not much I must confess
I hold your hand as you slip from me
As I watch your breath I say to myself one day this will all en

And I look at you
You look at me
We're a real fucked up family

All night I feel it inside
But I know you're right as I begin to pack
Without raising your eyes I hear you sigh, oh you'll be back

Because I look to you and you look to me
We're a real fucked up family