Politics of Lonely

Clean 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 I'm a diplomat in politics of lonely