Lay your head in my lap
Let the sound of my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up family