Where three is a crowd, two gossiping have secrets coming out loud.
At the breath of their words, the things they say,
Id asked you to hold your mouth and swallow your tongue as I ask you may.

Perhaps do things differently today.

Where two is love, love isn't for itself, for it's shared,
Where feelings are kept, many things we soon  regret. When we lose a love so rare.
You best hid to such love and take care.

Perhaps speaking to myself, or of the inner voice of my conscience,
a good will of men, a foreign past of what once was.

A lesser past, behind the back of my mind. Thoughts of things, and pieces of dreams.

Where they all lay, I stay,
Where they rest, I sit next,
Where they are to be, is destined for me.

A man, a wake, a wreck, and an empty ship ready for another relationship.