Once as a sinner, once as a saint,
Too many times as a fake
And I know that it just wasn't me.
But there's this thing called vanishing,
It's where you don't know where you should be.
And you don't feel safe far from home.
It seems the apple's fallen further from the tree than I would've thought,
Or ever would've hoped.
I know I'm used too just letting it come to me,
But I'm not up for waiting anymore.
I took a break just took get away,
There to be but not to stay.
Then I saw a baby in the snow
I lost a piece of me that day.
Something stepped up and filled the space.
Like a parasite that's only there to help me,
Or a baby in the snow.
Who let the apple fall so damn far from the tree?
Nobody asks so nobody tells.
I know I'm used too just letting it come to me,
But I'm not up for waiting anymore.
Cuz I think God had plans for me when I fell off that apple tree.
