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