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.