Oh - thinkin about my normal years
My insulin was free
cuz it all was made by me

Now my pancreas, yes its hating me
I've been over this before
It just died on me
But i keep hoping it'll work once more

Pump, yes youre all that I want
With your site here in my left arm
Im findin it hard to believe
we're connected

And insulins all that I need
And I pour it in your reservoir
It isnt too hard to see
When I need more

Oh - once in a while I'll still go high
But my pump, you'll bring me down
Turn my bad bg around

Ya - nothin could change what you mean to me
Oh theres lots that I could say
But I'll just bolus now
Like I do every other day

Chorus

Ive bin waitin for so long
For the package to arrive
For my pump to come along

Now my A1c dreams are true
All good times now, no more bad
Ya - Ill be kept stable by you