I can hardly bare the sight of lipstick

On the cigarettes there in the ashtray

Lyin' cold the way you left them

At least your lips caressed them while you packed

And a lip print on a half filled cup of coffee

That you poured and didn't drink

But at least you thought you wanted it

And that's so much more than I can say for me

But what a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there

The lawn could stand another mowing

It's funny I don't even care

And when you turned and walked away

And as the door behind you closes

The only thing I know to say

It's been a good year for the roses

After three full years of marriage

It's the first time that you haven't made the bed

I guess the reason we're not talking

There's so little left to say we haven't said

While a million thoughts go running through my mind

I find I haven't spoke a word

And from the bedroom those familiar sounds

Of our one baby's crying goes unheard

But what a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there

The lawn could stand another mowing

It's funny I don't even care

And when you turned and walked away

And as the door behind you closes

The only thing I know to say

It's been a good year for the roses