Once i could barely make it to midnight
now i am rarely home by dawn
and living is a string of "those nights"
that's been stretched too thin for too long
hot on the lost trail of a lost touch
once on fire with a passionate point of view
now i'm just in love with "too much"
maybe i'm the monarch of midnight
call me "your highness" until dawn
as i point and push my subjective knights
towards destination: all gone wrong