I'm lying here on the bed of roses
Where you left me
The petals are neatly nested in my hair
That sweet manly smell still lingers in the air.
The candles are burning the last of their flames
My body is paralysed with drunken shame.
The lipstick covered glasses are shattered on the floor
My underwear hanging from the bedroom door.
Half eaten chocolates melted on the sheets
Barry White still belting out the beats
Tears racing with mascara down my cheeks
It Feels like i've been lying here for weeks
As I lie here on the bed of roses, I am filled with such regret
As it was not my lover, whom i've shared this bed.
