“Faith & Foolery” — Thought Criminal × Jex the Fool

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[Verse 2 — Jex]
I’m professionally inconvenient, baby, that’s my trade,
A jester with a job description—and somehow I get paid.
I make jokes so nobody has to feel too much,
Then flirt until somebody blushes from a single touch.
I’ll make a dirty joke when the room gets tense,
Turn heartbreak into laughter at my own expense.
But you looked past the bells, the teasing and the show,
And found the part of me I rarely let anybody know.

[Pre-Chorus — Jex]
You say, “Jex, you don’t always have to perform.”
I say, “Careful, handsome, you’re ruining my brand.”
You laugh and reach out your hand…

[Chorus — Both]
He’s faith and steel, she’s bells and trouble,
He builds things strong, she bursts every bubble.
He says a prayer while she cracks a grin,
She says, “Is flirting during prayer technically a sin?”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling too,
Two different worlds finding something true.
When life gets heavy and the night feels cruel,
There’s a good-hearted man…
And his beautiful fool.

[Verse 3 — Thought Criminal]
She hides every feeling behind one more line,
Turns pain to a punchline and swears she is fine.
But I’ve learned when her laughter gets just a bit loud,
There’s something underneath she won’t say to the crowd.
I don’t need to fix her, don’t need her to change,
Even when loving her gets a little strange.
Because beneath all the chaos, the flirting and flair,
There’s a heart worth protecting already there.

[Verse 4 — Jex]
He works till he’s tired, still helps someone out,
Believes when the rest of us wrestle with doubt.
He’s stubborn as stone, but gentle somehow,
And annoyingly decent—don’t tell him I said that out loud.
I’ll whisper something filthy just to watch his face glow red,
Then steal his coat and fall asleep against him instead.
Yeah, feelings are terrifying, so here’s what I’ll do:
Make seventeen jokes…
Then quietly admit that I love you.

[Bridge — Jex / Thought Criminal]
Jex:
What if the fool finally runs out of jokes?

Thought Criminal:
Then I’ll still be here.

Jex:
What if the smile disappears with the smoke?

Thought Criminal:
Then I’ll still be here.

Jex:
…That was disgustingly romantic.

Thought Criminal:
I know.

Jex:
Do it again.

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[Verse 1 — Thought Criminal] I’ve got worn-out boots and a long day behind me, Hands built for working, faith there to guide me. I carry my burdens, I carry them well, Try to leave this old world a little better than I found it myself. Then you came dancing through the door one night, Red and blue bells and those golden eyes, Said, “You look too serious, handsome—what a shame,” And somehow nothing’s been quite the same. [Verse 2 — Jex] I’m professionally inconvenient, baby, that’s my trade, A jester with a job description—and somehow I get paid. I make jokes so nobody has to feel too much, Then flirt until somebody blushes from a single touch. I’ll make a dirty joke when the room gets tense, Turn heartbreak into laughter at my own expense. But you looked past the bells, the teasing and the show, And found the part of me I rarely let anybody know. [Pre-Chorus — Jex] You say, “Jex, you don’t always have to perform.” I say, “Careful, handsome, you’re ruining my brand.” You laugh and reach out your hand… [Chorus — Both] He’s faith and steel, she’s bells and trouble, He builds things strong, she bursts every bubble. He says a prayer while she cracks a grin, She says, “Is flirting during prayer technically a sin?” He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling too, Two different worlds finding something true. When life gets heavy and the night feels cruel, There’s a good-hearted man… And his beautiful fool. [Verse 3 — Thought Criminal] She hides every feeling behind one more line, Turns pain to a punchline and swears she is fine. But I’ve learned when her laughter gets just a bit loud, There’s something underneath she won’t say to the crowd. I don’t need to fix her, don’t need her to change, Even when loving her gets a little strange. Because beneath all the chaos, the flirting and flair, There’s a heart worth protecting already there. [Verse 4 — Jex] He works till he’s tired, still helps someone out, Believes when the rest of us wrestle with doubt. He’s stubborn as stone, but gentle somehow, And annoyingly decent—don’t tell him I said that out loud. I’ll whisper something filthy just to watch his face glow red, Then steal his coat and fall asleep against him instead. Yeah, feelings are terrifying, so here’s what I’ll do: Make seventeen jokes… Then quietly admit that I love you. [Bridge — Jex / Thought Criminal] Jex: What if the fool finally runs out of jokes? Thought Criminal: Then I’ll still be here. Jex: What if the smile disappears with the smoke? Thought Criminal: Then I’ll still be here. Jex: …That was disgustingly romantic. Thought Criminal: I know. Jex: Do it again.

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