Sorry For The Reckless

I'm staring at the ceiling of this cheap hotel

Got a weight on my chest that I need to tell

I took a ride out to the desert sands

And let the pressure get the best of my hands

I was parked off the strip,

under fading stars

Hiding away from who we are

(oh god, I'm sorry)

I'm so sorry

for the bad guys

For the secrets in my Jeep under desert skies

I broke your trust

where the bright strip ends

And I don't know how we make amends

No, I don't know

if we should try

In the back of that truck,

I lost my way

In a rush of dust and a cheap betray

Now I'm caught in the middle of loving you

And wondering if we are truly through

I'm sorry for the bad guys...

(I'm so

sorry)

Maybe we've run

out of road