Rosalie
by Steven Clotzman

Rosalie you're not for me
All you do is dream
And all that’s lost and all that’s found
Is never like it seems

The latest jeans and magazines
Have always been your touch
But fancy ads and passing fads
Don’t interest me so much
You talk about the future like there’s hope
And dismiss my cynicism as the way I cope

Remember when you asked why friends
Can’t be lovers too?
I shrugged it off with just a cough
Said, it’s not the thing to do
You mentioned all our hours on the phone
It seemed so simple with both of us alone.

But Rosalie you’re not for me
All you do is dream
‘Cause all that’s lost and all that’s found
Is never like it seems


Basketball and alcohol,
That’s how I pass the time
While you’re so free in Italy
A long lost friend of mine
Remember us on Esther’s wedding night
We laughed at those so shocked that she wore white

Sometimes I dream about that scene
And then the aftermath
And since you’ve gone, the trip I’m on
Can’t even draw a laugh
The postcards don’t do justice to your voice
What do you mean when you say I made my choice

Rosalie, you’re no good for me
You just want to dream
But what gets lost and what is found
Is never what it seems

Rosalie you’re not for me
All you do is dream
All that’s lost and all that’s found
Is never like it seems


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