And it began with a subtle sense of apology To myself for what I am, and especially what I am not Justifying my mistakes as if I'm owed anything for putting myself In a position to hate every miscalculated move I make Stitch by stitch, I pull myself apart Then you take a deep breath and say "Any minute now, any minute now things are going to change" "Any minute now, any minute now things are going to change" Yeah, I am still running away Wall to wall, empty like I am. How unfortunate It's in my bones to turn my back and not feel a thing There used to be seasons inside of my body that would radiate like spring My words came to me with capacity to forgive the cold in everything Then you take a deep breath and say You take a deep breath and say "Any minute now, any minute now things are going to change" "Any minute now, any minute now things are going to change" Any minute now...