Au Contraire from Roll Over by Old Golden

Isaac Brock and sidewalk chalk are all we seem to talk about.
I was just about to say the same thing (same thing)
Long goodbyes and longer hugs and questions met with shoulder shrugs
Everytime you leave me it starts raining.

In my head or at my place
She comes she goes she never stays
You can't leave cause that's not fair
Au revoir, no, au contraire

Last calls and blue pall malls pretending like we had a ball
She tells me that she had fun she's lying (lying)
I lean in and she accepts you'll never guess what happens next
I open my eyes and she's crying

In my head or at my place
She comes she goes she never stays
You can't leave cause that's not fair
Au revoir, no, au contraire

Secrets told my breath is cold it's getting late it's getting old
She tells me that it's not me it's my fault (my fault)
Well pardon me excuse my french but fuck this shit and then I left
Rain started washing off the sidewalk

In my head or at my place
She comes she goes she never stays
You can't leave cause that's not fair
Au revoir, no, au contraire

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