It seems that my gullibility has swept me off my feet
And now I lay face down on the wooden floor
I try to regain my stance
But every time I try
I seem to fall further down

I watch you walk so gracefully
Could you teach me how?
Then I’ll dance for you
And the world will wash away
Sometime, maybe, but not today

I’m going to be a fool for you
Do you laugh at the foolish things I do
Am I acting my age or maybe
15 years younger?

I’m calling for you, screaming
But I can’t hear my voice at all

I’m reaching for you, desperately
But my arms just won’t reach

I’m waiting for you to notice
And trying not to fall asleep

I’m going to be a fool for you
And try helplessly to mimic the things you do
I’m going to act foolish for you
And watch you laugh at me

I’m going to climb your steps and fall
I’m going to be the one you saw
Trip and land face down on the hardwood floor
Begging that there won’t be anymore

I’m going to be a fool for you
I’m going to let you laugh at the things I do
I’m going to wait and try to keep my eyes
Watching for your genuine smile

I’m running to you, not fast enough
Hoping that you might notice me
Or the dust storms I kick up behind and get sucked into
You turn then and don’t see me

I’m going to be a fool for you
Watch as you laugh at the things I do
Maybe your smile will heal the wounds I
Cut deep into myself

I’m waiting for you to notice me
You always seem to look up when I look down
You smile but when I look you frown
And I always think your thinking what your not
It never makes sense and I get so confused
And you become more amused
And these rosy red checks were meant for Raggedy Anne
Not me

I’m going to be a fool for you
I’m letting you laugh at the things I do
Are you happy looking down on me?
Are you frustrated at my inconsistency?

I’m going to be a fool for you
I watch as you laugh at the things I do
You smile at me as I smile at you
And maybe, for a second, we can be true
I’m going to be a fool for you
Going to be a fool for you
Going to be a fool for you
Going to be a fool for you
In my mature moments can we be true to ourselves?
Who are we kidding?