Office Space

In class we had to write a song based on a thirty second play about a ghost who can't fix a copy machine because her hands just go through it. and this is what i came out with....

You let me down,
with your overused wastebins, pencils and pens.
You pushed me aside,
with my heart on your sleeve and my paycheck on your mind.

So I'm kicking at the copy machine,
trying to get back all the pieces of me that you,
so carelessly filed away,
without asking.

Now I'm office space,
just another desk to fill with another pretty face.
It breaks my heart,
to see the notes that you leave her on microsoft word.

I'll be your lights,
a little too fluorescent and a little too bright.
I'll wash you out,
as you walk right through me on the way to her mouth.

So I'm kicking at the copy machine,
trying to get back all the pieces of me that you,
so carelessly filed away,
without asking.

You know I loved you until that day,
your scarlet letters blew up in my face,
and now I'm taking up your office space.
I'm taking up your office space.

And I'm kicking at the copy machine,
all that I can feel is ink running through my feet.
You don't see me just like the day you thought,
I didn't see you in our bed with,
your secretary on the day,
you cheated on me.

So now I'm taking up office space.