Always More

Verse 1

Mirror glimmer, early dawn, I stare close

Plucking at nothing, again, skin shivers alone

Thirty days fold into me, calendar tears in half

Rituals stacked tall, cold glass slips low on my nose

Crowds hungry as gravity, pulling at my center

Prizes named on breathless lips, every day another winner

Sometimes I whisper to the shadows, counting every bruise I find

Red lines, tangled in my blonde halo, losing track of time

Chorus

So much happens, days unspool with no warning

Lines on my body, history written in mornings

Nobody marks the miles, nobody asks where I’ve been

I burn through the numbers, fire in my gentle skin

Post-Chorus

Always more, always more

Walls see it all, but I need more

Always more, always more

Verse 2

Mark waits in the quiet, slow hands breathing comfort

One and one, anchor in my storm, I thank him soft, still soaking from the swarm

Eyes meet, silence says everything, my flushed chest spells the score

Anaphora—always longing, always wanting, always sore

Change of pace, crews stream in, warehouses humming

Monday’s a marathon, Wednesday’s a record—no one’s running

Soft curve grows under eager hands, swollen proof I keep

Fan voices calling, stroking hope where secrets sleep

Chorus

So much happens, days unspool with no warning

Lines on my body, history written in mornings

Nobody marks the miles, nobody asks where I’ve been

I burn through the numbers, fire in my gentle skin

Post-Chorus

Always more, always more

Walls see it all, but I need more

Always more, always more

Bridge

Rooftop breath, stars see my story

Luxury lost, luxury found, tricolon glory

Variety for variety, too many to name

Abdomen now curved from the game

His touch is gentler, rare moments unshared

Claiming what’s his with a trembling stare

Cruise ships, penthouse, poker tables spun

Every day different but the contest never done

Verse 3

Finale in view, hands pass me like legend

Cameras everywhere, truths never hidden

Recovery tastes almost sweet among friends

We gather together, soak in what never ends

Sunday, home, Mark watches—quiet, clear

His kiss lands on my forehead, new month near

I keep chasing ghosts in the bathroom light

Tweezers poised, smiling at the sight

Chorus

So much happens, days unspool with no warning

Lines on my body, history written in mornings

Nobody marks the miles, nobody asks where I’ve been

I burn through the numbers, fire in my gentle skin

Post-Chorus

Always more, always more

Walls see it all, but I need more

Always more, always more

Always