Tightrope Calendar

⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ 🎶 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa © COPYRIGHT, 2026 @Mondoshiwa, All rights reserved ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Seven o' three and the phone bites first Calendar coughing up another red curse Coffee gone cold in a paper cup crown Heels hit the pavement like the whole sky's down Inbox screaming, taxi light blinking Deadline breeding while I'm overthinking One little breath and the room goes thin Am I walking the wire or falling in? Client wants magic by half past nine Doctor says timing is a delicate line My app says maybe, my body says no My heart says call him, my pride says don't Mr. Right with a fictional face Probably lost in a cheaper place Wearing kind eyes and impossible shoes Too good to be real, too late to refuse And I smile, smile, smile With a crack in the glass Say "I'm fine, I'm fine" While the sirens pass I live on a tightrope calendar One foot gone and one still here Laughing like a nervous chandelier Swinging over atmosphere I run, I bend, I almost fly Lipstick red and deadline high Don't look down, don't ask me why I might be late I might be crying I might be in the sky Lunch was a password, dinner's a rumour Love is a thread in a bad sense of humour Therapy Thursday, mother on hold One more birthday, one more egg gone cold He says "we should talk," I say "send me a slot" Romance by calendar, tender or not Kiss me between the train and the tax Hold me before the server cracks Stop Breathe No, don't Move Smile Pay Want Lose I live on a tightrope calendar One foot gone and one still here Laughing like a nervous chandelier Swinging over atmosphere I run, I bend, I almost fly Lipstick red and deadline high Don't look down, don't ask me why I might be late I might be crying I might be in the sky I have a five-year plan in a tote bag A fertility chart in a cracked app A man-shaped dream with no address And seventeen mails marked "urgent, yes" I bought new sheets for a life not made I missed three calls and my rent got paid I'm modern, stable, blessed, complete Somebody tell that to my feet Tightrope calendar! No soft landing! Tightrope calendar! Keep on standing! Tightrope calendar! Smile for the camera! Tightrope calendar! Fall with stamina! I live on a tightrope calendar One foot gone and one still here Laughing like a nervous chandelier Swinging over atmosphere If I fall, let the brass come in Let the sax confess where I have been Let the city clap on two and four While I hit the ground And ask for more I'm fine I'm fine I'm nearly fine