I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on cigarettes there in the ice tray
Laying cold the way you let them, but at least your lips caress them while you plant
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 something more than I can say for me
It's been a good year for the roses, with many blooms under them
Though the lawn could stand them all, honey, 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 years of marriage, it's the first time you haven't made the baby
I guess the reason we're not talking, there's so little left that we haven't seen
While a million thoughts go racing through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a word
And from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our one baby's crying goes unheard
But what a good year for the roses, and any blooms still linger there
Though the lawn could stand them all, honey, 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
It's been a good year for the roses