A Dozen Roses

A dozen roses lying at your feet Everyone is like the other none can compete Eleven roses lying at your step Everyone is like the other place your bet Ten roses lying at the end of your bed Everyone is like other none of them are dead Nine roses lying on your table Everyone is like the other beautiful and stable Eight roses lying on your car Everyone is like the other, found close not far Seven roses lying on your floor Everyone looks the same yet each you adore Six roses lying on your counter Everyone is like the other there each about her Five roses lying on the desk Everyone is like the other there nothing but the best Four roses lying on the stand Everyone is like the other there from your man Three roses lying in your tub Everyone is like the other you just cant get enough Two roses lying on your chest Everyone is like the other this isn’t a test The last rose will never die It is glass and you ask why The day your single glass rose dies Is the day that we part and say our goodbyes