Boy from the Fair

I want to cry and you want to leave,
I hope that it’s not as hard as it seems,
If I was a good boy and you were the one that stepped off the pier,
But you were the first one I ever laid eyes on I swear,
Do you miss me, really?
Crumbling faces from hundreds of place I’ve been,
And I won’t go home 'til you’re friends have all gone and I win,
Don’t forget me, the boy from the fair,
How could you forget me? It’s colder down there.
If you want to cry, then I promise I’ll leave,
Do you think this could work, what’s not working for me,
If I was a good boy and you were the one that stepped off the pier,
But you were the worst one I ever laid eyes on I swear,
Do you miss me, really?
Crumbling faces from hundreds of place I’ve been,
And I won’t come home 'til you’re friends have all gone and I win,
Don’t forget me, the boy from the fair,
How could you forget me? It’s colder down there.
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy and you’ll be the one,
I’ll be a good boy, don’t make me cry and you won’t have to leave.