Look at Me

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

Cause I look to you

And you look to me

We're a real fucked up family