Cubicles

 

It's the tearing sound of love notes 
Drowning out these gray stained windows 
And the view outside is sterile 
And I'm only two cubes down 
I'll 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 it's 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 
And pinpricks 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

This 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 (anymore), I know you don't work here anymore (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 think I'd love to die alone (just take...) 
I Think I'd love to die (me down)

I Think I'd love to die (just take...)

I Think I'd love to die (me 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