Look to 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

The faster I drive the harder I cry, don't worry I'll get us thereAnd 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 ownNot 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 endAnd 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 packWithout 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