Lyrics:

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