Good year for the roses

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarette
s there in the ashtray
Lying cold the way you left them, at least your lips
caressed them while you packed
And a lip print on the half filled up 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 blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowing
It's funny, I don't even care
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've ever 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
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