Thirty Days

Verse 1

Calendar pages fall and flutter

Each square marked with new demands

Every morning, ritual mirror

Silver glint, hand steady, silent plans

Blonde strands in tangles, eyes glassy under frames

A month measured by bruises, a body never the same

Thirty days of being chosen over and over

Flushed skin, restless nights, never recovering

Stillness before the stampede

Tweezers poised, she breathes—release, repeat

Counting ghosts no one sees

Chorus

All these hands, all these eyes

Turning, twirling, always the prize

A center of gravity—swept, adored, owned, undone

She endures, surrendering every fight but one

Post-Chorus

Always here

Always ready

Time slips forward, but she stays steady

Verse 2

Familiar headlights at midnight

His palm, warm, resting, promises unspoken

She finds thank you on her lips

Salt on her skin, laughter broken

Industry waits, shadows behind curtains

Lights glaring, her name cheered and chanted

Fan faces blur, bodies blend

But his quiet keeps her true, her heart decanted

A half-birthday, unnoticed, slips by

Not even a candle to claim as hers

Numbers rack up, sweat dries—an unending supply

Still she stands, patient, never disturbed

Chorus

All these hands, all these eyes

Turning, twirling, always the prize

A center of gravity—swept, adored, owned, undone

She endures, surrendering every fight but one

Post-Chorus

Always here

Always ready

Time slips forward, but she stays steady

Bridge

A rooftop, velvet night, strangers stir

Dinner lost to fever, faces spun in light

He arrives, gentle in the chaos, chin tilting her gaze

Fingers trace what’s become—now there’s more to hold every night

His wordless claim, a touch that says stay

Through the days, through the counting, at the end of the play

Verse 3

Jet engines, green rooms, poker chips on felt

She presses old fears beneath sharp discipline

Recovery, excess—blur in velvet, in silk

Friendship tangled with hunger, new and familiar men

She wakes to the mirror, month marking her shape

Belly curved, a different story on her face

Still two hands, still one tweezers, tracing the nape

Still the ache, still the grace

Chorus

All these hands, all these eyes

Turning, twirling, always the prize

A center of gravity—swept, adored, owned, undone

She endures, surrendering every fight but one

Post-Chorus

Always here

Never empty

He kisses her forehead and asks: are you ready?

Outro

She nods, glasses sliding, still smiling

Always