F#m E
Lay your head in my lap
D E F#m
Let the sound of my laugh comfort you now here in the cold
F#m E
Your face gets wet as the drink slips from my hand
D E F#m
And the faster I drive the harder I cry don't worry I’ll get us there
F#m
And I look down at you, you look up at me
E F#m
We're a real fucked up family
F#m E
We make it home, this place is a mess
D E F#m
The smell of cologne mixed with all that we own, not much I must confess
F#m E
I hold your hand as you slip from me
D E F#m
As I watch your breath I say to myself one day this all shall end
F#m
And I look at you, you look at me
E F#m
We're a real fucked up family
D E F#m E
All night I feel it inside
F#m E
But I know you're right as I begin to pack
D E F#m
Without raising your eyes I hear you sigh, oh you'll be back
F#m
Because I look to you and you look to me
E F#m
We're a real fucked up family