Lay your head in my lap
  Let the sound of my laugh 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