Cubicles Nina Nesbitt

[Verse 1]
I feel a little sick, I drink a little bit too much
Stuck in the thrill of it, oh, oh, oh
I'm on the 95, flipped up the other side
Gettin' him out my mind, oh, oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
If we cry, then we'll cry, cry, cry, cry
Together, together
If we cry, then we'll cry, cry, cry, cry
Together, together

[Chorus]
We sit in cubicles
Givin' out advice like we've been through it all
And we're strangers, but we've gotten mutual
'Cause we're dressed in black like it's a fuckin' funeral, oh, oh, oh

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We go, we go, we sit in cubicles
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We go, we go

[Verse 2]
Phone screen cracked up, make-up messed up
Runnin' on down her clothes
But you know I got you guaranteed 'cause I see you and me
So we'll dance on and on