ethereal–aesthetics: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love aesthetics (10/11

ethereal–aesthetics:

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love aesthetics (10/11): Cubicles

“But you don’t work here, anymore
It’s just a vacant three-by-four
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”