The Fool

You talk so slowly, I think that I hate it
Waiting for years for you to finally say it
But I know the truth, I know the truth
Say that you're fine when your eyes are all purple
Wait for a sign, for the effects to ripple
But that's just you, but that's just you

And you're working on all of that now
In the gaze of the crowd
You can put on a show
With your Billy Ray hair
And your doe-ey-eyed stare
Like you'll never grow old
But I'll just be patient
I'd love to be waiting on you, dear
But I'm just complacent by sitting here
Playing the fool

You said you don't want a loud girl
With hair like a creamsicle
Telling you how to survive
I said "You don't have to worry
I'm not much to suffer through
Nearly but not quite alive."

And I'm working on all of that now
In the gaze of the crowd
I can put on a show
I'll just cut off my hair
And I'll change what I wear
And I'll say that it's growth
But I'm a bad liar
And, frankly, it's bad for my health
Waiting on nothing
Oh, I'll just embarrass myself

And you know that it's painful to grow
But we all must go on with the show
So I'll sit in my room with the lights out
While you wrap things up in a bow
And you'll go on singing the blues
And I'll try to wipe off my pout
And whatever 'it' is
I just hope we figure it out