This is the place
Where the hopeless romantics
Come to play
With the wretched and beautiful creatures of the underworld

Where the poor and destitute
Come to long to forget
Their cares and worries
Drowning them in a cup of coffee
Or something a little stronger

Where the damaged and broken
Come to dream of happiness
Mouths watering
Hungry hearts aching
Writing poetry and love songs
That no one will read nor hear
Because audience matters not
When the only reason you're performing
Is so you can get a little bit of that attention
You've been longing for
You're selfish
But after being selfless for so long
Your behavior is understandable

I can empathize
Have the ability to sympathize
But apathy is easier
Hurts a hell of a lot less
So I'll take the short cut
So I don't get cut deep
By your lyrical craft
Though I must admit
You're talented
If only the pain was worth the listen...