Texty: Matt Costa. Matt Costa. Acting Like A Fool.

I've collected all my things and put them all in boxes.
I'll pay off all my dues, I don?t care what the cost is.
For actin like, for actin like a fool.

From another city I was lookin at the changes
Everything still looks the same but its me that feels the strangest
What am I suppose to do when I'm head to toe in lies
In a broken city with the night so long and high

When Im actin like, actin like a fool
I know I might, have said some things to you
You Know I try, but still I play the fool
When Im actin like, actin like a fool

I'm heading for a plane. I guess this is the end well. When flying high so, high you know I will come down still, will come down, you know I will come down.

I turn my head and I look behind but the moments put to rest
Everything that you said to me has sunk in to my chest

When I'm actin like, actin like a fool
I know I might, have said some things to you
You Know I try, but still I play the fool
When Im actin like, actin like a fool

I turn my head and I look behind but the moments put to rest
Everything that you said to me has sunk in to my chest

When I'm actin like, actin like a fool
I know I might, have said some things to you
You Know I try, but still I play the fool
When Im actin like, actin like a fool