What if I told you I loved you
On the third day we met?
You'd probably run and say I was crazy...
Or maybe you'd felt the same
What of that evening on my porch
With the chocolate cigar?
We were both drunk and I swore that you whispered
That you did feel the same
Requite regardless
I will always cherish when you were mine
My Rosacea, rosacea
It's a skin condition that old people get
But you had it when you were 21
My Rosacea, rosacea
I love you then and I love you now
From the third day we met, to the next ten millenia
I know you'll be back at (College)
By the third day of fall
I scramble unsuccessfully to convince you to remain with me
But you resist (Oh dear)
And now that you're gone I'll speak my piece
Being with you was an otherworldly release
My Rosacea, rosacea
I'd charge into gruesome war with you
And our reign would last a lifetime or two
My Rosacea, rosacea
You know there's Milwaukee between you and me
We can meet up there, they have good museums
My Rosacea, rosacea
I loved you then, and I love you now
From the third day we met, to Manvantara!