The Tavern

There are times when you don't understand how the world turns
And times you just don't want to know how things work
And even a cheer from people drag you down the cliff of your heart
To the corner of your room
Crying
At the most corner of your bed

But this rustic restaurant knows you best
And that wood-marble-like bar top hits you in the heart

It's you and your friends,
But sometimes,
At least this time tonight,
It's just you, a cake, an ice cream, and a Nutella frappe

And the little sound of music
That hit your heart most.