thehood

It's the tearing sound of never-written notes
Drowned out by gray-stained windows
And the view outside is...well, I don't know
But I'm only a short walk away
And I think of how things'll never be
And how you never noticed me
And now you never will
Cuz you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant three-by-four
And though they might fill your place
They'll never find a stand-in for your face
But I guess it's for the best
It's just a crush like all the rest
And I've got someone waiting at home
I know you don't work here anymore
It's not much, but you made it less of a bore
I guess I'm glad you left me alone
Cuz I love what I've got at home
I guess I just still wonder all the same
Did you ever even know my name?