It's almost as though you opened me up a little more time, with each break of the pump inside my chest I worried a little less, my creases were smoothed out, I was ever so gently unfolded. So I was ready when she came, I was open when she arrives, I spoke when she was here, I couldn't take her for granted, I couldn't if I tried. And I couldn't be angry about before, not now, not anymore.