It's 1:23 am,

its one-two-three after midnight
and this silly soul can't sit right
until i get this pressure off my chest
see frustration leads to a lack of motivation
so the sky becomes cloudy from lack of elation
and this light should shine brighter than the rest
but this halo's been tarnished,
perceptions varnished with vanity
dancing on the fence between innocence and insanity
see the High Path and the Low Path really do cross in reality
so as these twelve steps are followed from dissatisfied to complacent
I'll put my pride to the side and leave my ego adjacent
while I present myself to the world and interact with it's patrons
cus it's been far too long since we've been free of violence and devastation
and as I'm searching for something deeper I dont mean to make it complicated
but it's been three years since I've had a real love,
all I need is a man who fits me like a glove
and this silly soul will be satiated.