My darling, I just can’t believe it’s true,
But I have to let you go, because you wouldn’t let me go.
I can’t believe that it’s lasted so long,
With the way that I treat you, or at least how you say I
do.
When I dug you up you didn’t look so good,
But I cleaned you up like I said I would.
Now everything’s coming up roses.
My darling, you wear so much makeup,
But it doesn’t cover you, or the scars I gave to you.
But you hurt me too. You hurt me so bad.
My friends told me so, and that’s how I know.
When I painted you, you were looking faint,
So I touched you up with some crimson paint.
Now everything’s coming up roses.
And now you’re gone. I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’ll always miss your touch, and some of that other stuff.
But I’ll get by, oh, I will get through.
It was only my heart you took. You left my little black
book.
When I buried you, you looked your best.
Now my flowers are blooming and you’re getting your rest.
Now everything’s coming up roses.