It`s the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I`m only two cubes down
I`d 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 doesBut 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 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 and it`s terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And it`s 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
And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall.
I know you don`t work here anymore
Sometimes I think I`ll die alone, sometimes I think I`ll die alone
Cubicles- My Chemical Romance.