I feel it in my head The letters in my bed I'm not the person I wanted to be But every night's the same I'm easier to blame As my sleepless nights still torture me
The less I talk the more I'm able to get past the moments The less I talk the less I think about the past But it doesn't really matter at all Is the answer to the hardest question Waiting for the apple to fall It's not why it falls but the fact that it falls at all
And now I see my face In everything before In every cigarette In every liquor store And now I see my chest In every news report About the kinda kids That always get bored
I always thought that open doors would never close I always thought that the adults would be the ones to know I always thought that I would figure out where to go I always thought that I would figure it out
But it doesn't really matter at all Is the answer to the hardest question Waiting for the apple to fall It's not why it falls but the fact that it falls at all
It's not why it falls But the fact that it falls at all