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   And 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      And 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