Pants Yell! - Your Favorite Fairgrounds lyrics

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