Cubicles

Length: 3:51
Producer: Geoff Rickly
Record Label: Eyeball Records

Information

Cubicles is the penultimate song on I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Meaning

The song was written about Gerard wanting approval from a girl he liked, but she seemed to be unaware that he even existed.

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Lyrics

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