A Good Year For The Roses

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there on the ashtray
Lying all the way you left them
But at least your lips caressed them
While you packed

Or the lip ring 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

What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
Lawn could stand another mowing
Funny I don't even care

As you turned to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
Its been a good year for the roses

After 3 full years of marriage
It's the first time that you haven't made the bed
I'll guess the reason we're not talking
Is so little left to say we haven't said

While a million thoughts go racing through my mind
I find I haven't said a word
From the bedroom the familiar sound
Of young babies crying goes unheard

What a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
Lawn could stand another mowing
Funny I don't even care