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 moment
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