Cubicles
It's the tearing sound of love-notesCasting out the gray stained windowsAnd the view outside is sterileBut I'm only two cubes downI'll photocopy all the things that we could beIf you took the time to notice meBut you can't now, I don't blame youAnd it's not your fault that no one ever does
[Chorus:]But you don't work here anymoreIts just a vacant 3 by 4And they might fill your placeA temporary stand-in for your faceIt happens all the timeAnd I can't help but think I'll die alone
So I'll spend my time with strangersA condition that is terminalIn this water-cooler romanceAnd its coming to a closeWe could be in the park and dancing by a treeKicking over blades we seeOr a dark beach with a black viewAs pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall
[Chorus]
I know you don't work here anymore [x6]
Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die aloneSometimes I think I'll die alone, live and breathe and die aloneSometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die aloneSometimes I think I'll die alone, I'd think I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die alone [many times]