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