Center of Gravity

Verse 1

Calendar lines blur, flesh and sweat

Thirty mornings, ghosts in the glass—

I hunt down flaws no one else will see

My skin, flawless, cracked by habit

Empty rooms, I catch my breath

Flashes—one, then dozens more

I drift between mirrors and hands

Fingers, tweezers, trembling, pluck and pause

Chorus

I am center—always spinning, always seen

Beneath the lights, my body a prize—

They circle, they call out

I'm counting—days, hands, gentle lies

A secret in the curve I carry

I let them in, I let them in

Post-Chorus

Round again, round again

Pull me closer, pull me in

Verse 2

Mark, it’s quiet when he’s near—

Low voice, hands cradling me tender,

Storm outside, his touch, an anchor—

Thank you slips out, sinks into skin

Anaphora, amnesia, a flood

Nowhere safe from the flush and rush—

My blonde hair tangled, lips run red,

Glasses askew, silent words unsaid

Chorus

I am center—gravity, ever drawing

Crowds, collisions, secret eyes

Heaviness growing, rounds accumulating

Seconds slip, pleasure and prize

I open, I open

I let them in

Post-Chorus

Round again, round again

Pull me closer, pull me in

Bridge

Another week, shifting scenes, another night—

Cruise decks, rooftops sprawling star-bright

Every window, every room—my name in their mouths

Beneath hands, under heat, I never look down

Verse 3

Quieter now, Mark’s gaze on me—

Glasses slipping, breaths align

He holds me, dome rising gently—

I forget the numbers, I count new lines

Morning breaks as habits return

I pluck at nothing, smile in the glass

Some things stay—my trembling hands

I’m always starting, always passed

Chorus

I am center—tides breaking, bodies near

A tally that outlasts the days

He’s still here, asks if I’m ready again

And the answer, always the same

I open, I let them in

Post-Chorus

Round again, round again

Pull me closer, pull me in