it's a "full ashtray" kind of night

[recklessly]

youre looking straight through me
at the endless consequences
entertaining your suspicions
of what i might be

it's a dead end bridge
with no room to turn around
so we better pull over
just to stay on dry ground

and did i ever tell you
it's past time to confess
that i never made you happy
or even satisfied at best?

(and i'm not even sorry)