Cubicles

It's the tearing sound of love-notes

Coming out these rusted windows

And the view outside is sterile

And I'm only two cubes down

A 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...