Rosie

Rosie is there, nobody cares but I do
I had a drink and I'd like to think she did too
She's better than me at both listening and speaking, that's true
So Rosie and I have a cute enough time
As we talk about our high schools and I think

What am I nervous for?
Haven't we met before?
Is it the alcohol?
Could it be something more?
Rosie is so laid-back
And I kind of like the fact
I don't have to interact with anyone else

I hear her out, tell me about your seek
Rosie is bright, that makes her quite unique
I'm happy as long as she's moving her tongue so to speak
Clenching onto her while there's fewer and fewer
People at the party and I think

How do I take her home?
What if she's not alone?
Who is she holding back?
Why did she check her phone?
Bet she looks down on me
For my inability
To handle some intimacy like everyone else

Just as I planned putting my hand on her knees
Rosie gets up, ditches her cup, then leaves
Staring into the space I can picture her face with much ease
There's a stain on the floor near my seat in the corner
And everything is moving
Everything is moving to its end

Chances don't wait in line
Think I just wasted mine
Didn't she see that I
Needed a little more time?
But Rosie has seen enough
Rosie is so turned off
And Rosie will fall in love with somebody else