Cubicles

It's the tearing sound of love notes crowning out These gray stone windows and the view outside is Sterile and I'm only too cute now to photograph Me. 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 you, babe. This happens all the time and I can't help But think I'll die alone. So I spend my time with strangers, A condition and it's terminal. It's water cooler romance and it's coming to a Close. We could be in the park and dancing By a tree, kicking over leaves while you sing On soft feet with a black girl and paintbrush And the filth that caught us both. 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 you, babe. 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. 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 every day, alone. Sometimes I think I'll die alone. Sometimes I think I'll die alone. Sometimes I think I'll die alone. Think I'd love to die young. Just take I'd love to die. Me too Think I'd love to die. Just take Think I'd love to die. Me too Think I'd love to die young. Think I'd love to die young. Think I'd love to die young. Think I'd love to die young. Live every day, die Alone. Think I'd love to die young. Love to die. Young