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