i can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes 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 a half filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn t drink but at least you thought you wanted it and 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 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 baby s cryin goes unheard 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 and when you turned 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