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, 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
"Any minute now, things are going to change".
Any minute now