I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on cigarettes there in the ice trayLaying cold the way you let them, but at least your lips caress them while you plantA lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drinkBut at least you thought you wanted it, and that's something more than I can say for meIt's been a good year for the roses, with many blooms under themThough the lawn could stand them all, honey, I don't even careWhen you turned and walked away, and as the door behind you closesThe only thing I know to say, it's been a good year for the rosesAfter three years of marriage, it's the first time you haven't made the babyI guess the reason we're not talking, there's so little left that we haven't seenWhile a million thoughts go racing through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a wordAnd from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our one baby's crying goes unheardBut what a good year for the roses, and any blooms still linger thereThough the lawn could stand them all, honey, I don't even careAnd when you turned and walked away, and as the door behind you closesThe only thing I know to say, it's been a good year for the rosesIt's been a good year for the roses