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 end

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