Apple Cider

Finding space to be kinder
Drinking cinnamon apple cider

Oh, quiet's alright
Oh oh, quiet's alright

I'll paint the trees red and write you into
Every single word I've said

I lead with heart's lament
Nothing's permanent
The places that I've been
The taste of cinnamon

Oh, yeah quiet's alright
Oh oh, quiet's alright

I'm senselessly trying to reach
The bathroom mirror
That won't see me honestly
Oh oh, that won't see me honestly

I lead with heart's lament
Nothing's permanent
The taste of cinnamon
Autumn pulls me in
Pulls me in