cubicles (demo)

Its the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And Im only two cubes down
Id photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you cant now, I dont blame you
And its not your fault that no one ever does
But you dont work here anymore
Its 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 cant help but think Ill die alone
So Ill spend my time with strangers
A condition and its 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
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall
but you dont work here anymore
its just a vacant 3 by 4
and they might fill your place
a temorary stand-in for your face
this happens all the time
and i cant help but think Ill die alone
I know you dont work here anymore
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, sometimes I think Ill die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, live and breathe and die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, sometimes I think Ill die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone , Id think Id love to die alone
Just take
I think Id love to die
Me down
I think Id love to die
Just take
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