Isn’t it sad, isn’t it scary

How we’re all, in our beds, so weary?

 

That marriage makes you anxious

and that pendant makes you sad,

But you cannot justify it

because that is the pendant you never wished you had.

 

You want to covet all that you can see;

you want to covet another’s dream

Despite yours having the ocean

and theirs only a stream.

 

Of course, dreams you are allowed to share but only with one

for two’s passion, you can be proud

But when you’re the third,

three is only a crowd.