Cubicles
It's the tearing
sound of love-notes
Casting out the 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 3
by 4
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 that is
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 3
by 4
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 alone
I think I'd love to
die alone
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