• 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'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
    It's just a vacant 3 by 4
    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 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 catch our fall

    But you don't work here anymore
    It's 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

    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, think I'd love to die a --

    Just (just) take (take)
    Think I'd love to die --
    Me (me) Down (down)
    Think I'd love to die alone
    Think I'd love to die alone, think I'd love to die alone

    Think I'd love to die alone