Counting Crows — A Good Year for the Roses

I can hardly stand 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 And that's so much more than I can say for me It's been a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowing Funny, I don't even care But as you turned and walked away And as the door behind you closes The only thing I thought to say Is what a good year for the roses After three, four 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 that we haven't said Oh, while a million thoughts go racing through my mind I guess I haven't said 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 Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowing Funny, I don't even care But as you turned and walked away As the door behind you closes The only thing I thought to say Is what a good year for the roses