When heavy shadows haunt your sleepless nights,
And true love's sweetest kiss grows dull,
Washed away by bourbon, eternal loner so delights,
Where sobriety is a curse, it's wise to be a gull.

Where dreamers of romance, find none to hold with hands,
And past lovers crawl to find a steady rock,
In the blight of darkness, joy is turned to sadness,
As lonely souls do find themselves in lovers' aftershock.

Brokenhearted, mocked in their emotional hell,
Shackled in their minds, which serves a lonely cell,
Inquire about desire, but answers cannot tell,
And so, they take a room, at the Heartbreak Hotel.

A wondrous hotel with services galore,
Granting solace and solitude as a cure,
Alcohol and all flesh desire with a smile,
courtesy a plentiful, and a touch of guile.

Kindred souls and all that crap, the halo of a fool,
Lie stomped, crushed and buried by heaven's might,
"To hell with love!" the drunken ex-lovers sex and shout,
The Loners' Bar at Heartbreak Hotel is open every night.