Pants Yell! - Favorite Fairgrounds lyrics

rate me

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