Testo Favorite Fairgrounds

fixing your hair in a dull lit bathroom
the county fair it left too soon
and now you nights are cold and slow
the days just go
on and on and sometimes i miss you
but infamy infamy
you've got infamy and whats left
of all those empty threats hold tight your and when you get back to shore
i will be raising your flag

in the summer heat you couldnt beat the veiw from the rides
theres nothing to do aside from the standing
and harsh demanding tones
of the ticket tackers you knew
intention intetion did i mention all thoughts of your freinds
if i did it then i will do it again
but this time with more feeling
on the table you werent able
to keep a straight face for long
and as you feel oh i could jus tell that
you didn't enjoy this song
i pulled up my jacket, you stood in your skirt
the cordory backpack was, still in the dirst