It`s the tearing sound of love-notes
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
But 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
Its 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
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 break our fall
But you don`t work here anymore
Its 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