Its the tearing sound of love-notes
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
But Im only two cubes down
Ill photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you cant now, I dont blame you
And its not your fault that no one ever does
-Chorus-
But you dont 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 cant help but think Ill die alone

So Ill 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
-Chorus-
I know you dont work here anymore, I know you dont work here anymore
I know you dont work here anymore, I know you dont work here anymore
I know you dont work here anymore, I know you dont work here anymore
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, sometimes I think Ill die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, live and breathe and die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, sometimes I think Ill die alone
Sometimes I think Ill die alone, Id think Id love to die alone

I think Id love to die alone