Politics of Lonely Isabel Pless

[Verse]
Clean my bathroom again
Just to feel something other than
The weight of being alone
At the mirror I stand
Pinch my waist-line again
Just to keep from checking my phone

[Chorus]
And the tears form a whirlpool
In the center of my face
I breathe in and 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

[Verse]
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