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



I think I'd love to die alone