Politics of Lonely

Cleaned my bathroom again
Just to feel something other than the weight of being alone
At the mirror I stand, pinch my waistline again
Just to keep from checking my phone

And the tears form a whirlpool in the center of my face
I breathe in, then forget to breathe out
And my lips form the shape of all I want to say
But can't force the words out of my mouth

Think of calling my friends
They're so happy, I can't stand that
Their content sometimes burns me
To my reflection I say, "I think you're the one"
I'm a diplomat in politics of lonely

I am friends with the night, always up at weird times
Pace my dark and cherry stained floor
Stare out the window and stare down the sink
Swear to God I can't think anymore
It's a hurt I've never known before

And the tears form a whirlpool in the center of my face
I breathe in, then forget to breathe out
And my lips form the shape of all I want to say
But can't force the words out of my mouth

Think of calling my friends
They're so happy, I can't stand that
Their content sometimes burns me
To my reflection I say, "I think you're the one"
I'm a diplomat in politics of lonely

Feel like I am plateauing, don't know where I am going
In life or in general, I guess
I am up then I'm down, and when I look around
At my wreckage, feel a tightness in my chest

If success is subjective, then what's the objective
Of a lonely life fully lived well?
I wanna climb that hill and I will, I will
Even if I have to do it by myself

And the tears form a whirlpool in the center of my face
I breathe in, then forget to breathe out
And my lips form the shape of all I want to say
But can't force the words out of my mouth

Think of calling my friends
They're so happy, I can't stand that
Their content sometimes burns me
To my reflection I say, "I think you're the one"
I'm a diplomat in politics of lonely, ah-ah-ah

I'm a diplomat in politics of lonely