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
