New Kind of Lonely

I can be an asshole, yes I can

I can hold fire in the palm of my hand

I don't mind the hurt, I don't mind the heat

Pain is just food for hate to eat

So I rinse and repeat the sorrow

And I burn it all down for a better tomorrow

Yeah, I'm full of bullshit, yes I am

Oh, I can make an enemy my best friend

I take all the bitter and make it feel sweet

Because lies are just truth that dreamers believe

So I take the words I've borrowed

And I use them to make up a better tomorrow

I use them to make up a better tomorrow

With a new kind of lonely

Old familiar friends

Faces that make us feel more or less alone

When we can barely even recognize our own

Oh, a new kind of lonely

I can be a dreamer, I don't sleep

I'm a collector with nothing to keep

Everything precious I make feel cheap

I swim in the shallow and drown like it's deep

With a new kind of lonely

Brand new routine

Maybe someday things will get better

Maybe they won't be days we'll see

I'm watching dust collect around a growing stack of mail

But if anything can bring better days

Maybe this new kind of lonely will

So I take regrets I've swallowed

And hope that there might be a better tomorrow