4:20 AM

Four-twenty a.m., I am not smoking, lying here awake, I am not joking

STEVEDAVE patient, but wearing thin, zoom call with the doc, no sharing again

Because I can't open up without a key, that's a locked door

I am not more than a man, but I want more

Every time I look inside the mirror I can feel it

But I never wanted it so bad that I could steal it

Here we go back to calling things what they are

The mask I wear was given to me by the one I love

And here I thought that we had come so far

A sign right here is better than one that comes from above