Cubicles

It's the tearing sound of love-notes

Coming out these gray-stained windows

And the view outside is sterile

And I'm only two cubes down

I'd photocopy all the things that we could be

If you took the time to notice me

But you can't now, I don't blame you

And it's not your fault that no one ever does

But you don't work here anymore

It's just a vacant three-by-four

And they might fill your place

A temporary stand-in for your face

This happens all the time

And I can't help but think I'll die alone

So I'll spend my time with strangers

A condition, and it's terminal

In this water-cooler romance

And its coming to a close

We could be in the park and dancing by a tree

Kicking over blades we see

Or a dark beach with a black view

As pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall

But you don't work here anymore

It's just a vacant three-by-four

And they might fill your place

A temporary stand-in for your face

It happens all the time

And I can't help but think I'll die alone

I know you don't work here anymore

I know you don't work here anymore

I know you don't work here anymore

I know you don't work here anymore

I know you don't work here anymore

I know you don't work here anymore

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

Live and breathe and die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

Sometimes I think I'll die alone

I'd think I'd love to die a-

Just (just)

Take (take)

I think I'd love to die

Me (me)

Down (down)

I think I'd love to die

Just (just)

Take (take)

I think I'd love to die

Me (me)

Down (down)

I think I'd love to die alone

I think I'd love to die alone

I think I'd love to die alone

I think I'd love to die alone

Live and breathe and die alone

I think I'd love to die alone

(I think I'd love to die alone)

I think I'd love to die alone...