Cubicles (Demo)

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 does

But you don't work here anymore it's just a vacant three by four