Dinner by candlelight, I wore my best dress You bought me roses, In your grey suit.

It was our first time Without the baby When you told me You had something to say.

She was a mistake, Not anyone I knew A woman you met A few months ago.

Now these roses Are hidden away Behind the jars of Soft pears and milk.

Its been three weeks And I haven’t said If I’ve chosen to leave Or stay for us.

I think if I let those roses sit I won’t have to pick If its you or me.