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