I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
I ain't 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
That's so much more than I can say for me
But what a good year for the roses
Many blues still linger there
Alone could stand another moment
It's funny I don't even care
When you turned and walked away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses
After three four 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 babies crying goes under
But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
Alone could stand another moment
Funny I don't even care
And when you turn to walk away
And as the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses