Rosy in F

Rosy
Counting the time 'til Summer's sun is set, for any town in England brings the threat of an evening's cry, when we're together again
Any fool would die too soon to call you a friend
Like a doll, inanimate, you dull all sense of ill
You burn disquiet in the night, and choke all discontent
Rosy, I found your love. Your love was something to bear
With chic, your guise betrays and belies the horrors of the carousel
Weathering storms with sweet melancholy, some would say ‘drunk’, others would say ‘rosy’
Though a man more free than most may shun the allure, there’s a patient ache too dull for most to endure
Then the fall, illusions swell and burst around my bed, I curse you with a thousand words, I hope you break your neck
Rosy, stray from the start. I don't seem rosy no more. She stole my heart