"Cubicles"
My Chemical Romance Lyrics


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It's the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these 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

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Cubicles" by My Chemical Romance speaks about the monotony of working in an office and the longing for something more meaningful. The lyrics paint a picture of a person who is stuck in a cubicle, drowning out the sound of the surroundings with love-notes. The view outside the window is lifeless and colorless, the singer is only two cubes down, and yet it feels like they are in a different world, drowning in their longing for love and affection.


The singer is willing to do anything to get the attention of the person they're singing to - photocopy all the things that they could be, and kick-start their non-existent romance. It's heartbreaking to see the singer acknowledging that the person they're in love with doesn't notice them, and that no one ever does. It's not just their love-life that's suffering, the singer is afraid that they might die alone.


The lyrics are relatable to anyone who's ever been stuck in a mundane job, dreaming of something more, and maybe even feeling lonely. The song's melancholic tune captures the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of unfulfilled desires and hopeless longing.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the tearing sound of love-notes
The overwhelming feeling of love is so intense that it feels like it's tearing you apart.


Drowning out these gray stained windows
The love is so strong that it overpowers and drowns out everything else in the world, including the dreary view outside.


And the view outside is sterile
The world outside is colorless and lifeless compared to the vibrant emotions of love.


But I'm only two cubes down
Despite being so close to the object of love, there is still a physical separation between them in their workplace.


I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
There are endless possibilities for what their relationship could become, and the artist wishes to explore them all.


If you took the time to notice me
The singer feels unnoticed and unimportant to the other person, despite their strong feelings for them.


But you can't now, I don't blame you
The opportunity for building a relationship has passed, and the singer accepts that it's not the other person's fault.


And it's not your fault that no one ever does
The artist acknowledges that this pattern of feeling unnoticed and unimportant is not unique to this situation, and happens to many people.


But you don't work here anymore
The physical separation between the two people is now even greater, as the other person no longer works with the artist.


Its just a vacant 3 by 4
The other person's former workspace is now empty and devoid of personality.


And they might fill your place
Someone else may take the other person's place, but they will never be able to replace them.


A temporary stand-in for your face
The new person in the other person's position will only be a temporary solution, and will never be the person the artist truly desires.


It happens all the time
The cycle of people coming and going in the singer's life is a common occurrence.


And I can't help but think I'll die alone
Despite the strong feelings of love, the singer can't help but worry that they will never find true companionship in their life.


So I'll spend my time with strangers
The singer will seek out new relationships with strangers, in an attempt to find the connection they desire.


A condition that is terminal
The artist acknowledges that this cycle of seeking relationships is not sustainable and will eventually lead to a dead end.


In this water-cooler romance
The artist's workplace is a hub for finding new relationships, and the artist often finds themselves drawn to these fleeting connections.


And its coming to a close
The cycle of meaningless relationships is reaching its end, and the singer is ready for a deeper connection.


We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
The singer imagines a perfect romantic scenario, involving dancing and nature.


Kicking over blades we see
The small joys of life are just as important as the grandiose romantic gestures.


Or a dark beach with a black view
The idea of a secluded beach with a beautiful, but eerie view is alluring to the artist.


As pin-pricks in the velvet break our fall
Even in the most beautiful or cozy situations, there will always be small imperfections, but these only add to the experience.


Sometimes I think I'll die alone
The singer's fear of loneliness is a recurring thought.


Live and breathe and die alone
The inevitability of dying alone is a depressing but factual truth.


I'd think I'd love to die alone
As the singer accepts the reality of their situation, they begin to see the beauty in dying alone, on their own terms.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FRANK IERO, GERARD WAY, MATTHEW PELLISIER, MICHAEL WAY, RAY TORO

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on Kill All Your Friends

bruh why's this my favourite song

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