Template:Good Year For The Roses

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick

On the cigarettes there in the ashtray

Lying cold the way you left them

But at least your lips caressed them while you packed

Or the 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

What a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there

The lawn could stand another mowing

Funny I don't even care

As you turn to walk away

As the door behind you closes

The only thing I have 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 racing through my mind

I find I haven't said a word

From the bedroom the familiar sound

Of our baby's crying goes unheard