[Intro]
(Yeah)
Stuck in the system, the sound of the terminal…
My whole existence is feeling subliminal…
(Uh)

[Verse 1]
Living a minimal kind of a life and I find it contemptible, stuck in a cubicle, life is expendable
Then I get a pivotal kind of a sight, it’s indefensible, how you make everything comprehensible
Coming through the automatic door, a feminine phenomenon, killin' it in the black Docs you be stompin' on
While I’m updating the server and running a scan on the Oracle, your whole damn aesthetic is something historical
Gothic and mystical, checking the network and metrics, I'm gettin' pathetic, forget it, your midnight aesthetic is pulling me right from the cynical
Sippin' your coffee that's cold and it's bitter, I'm sitting and thinkin', I gotta consider a way to get with her, she's lookin' so pivotal
Every other woman in here is a counterfeit, I'm in the corner just drowning in all of it
You are the shadow that swallows the counterfeit light of the conference room, honestly, I'm sick of all of it.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Woah)
My world is beige and it's grey, a vertical blind
You are the beautiful darkness I'm hoping to find
(Woah)
My world is spreadsheets and rows, a predictable grid
You're the forbidden chapter, the book that stays hid

[Chorus]
Office park goth girl, black lipstick and lace on your fit (Lace on your fit)
Wanna pull you from the nine-to-five, forget all of this (All of this)
I'm caught in the loop of my login screen, a life I permit (A life I permit)
You're a midnight cathedral and I just wanna commit (I'm into it)

[Verse 2]
Feminine phantom, I'm randomly landing my vision upon you, I'm finding it hard for the understanding
Of how you can function inside of this corporate branding, you're looking magnificent, sitting and standing
I'm hearing them whispering judgments and venom, you pay 'em no mind in your black-on-black denim
I'm mentally mapping a plan of attack but I'm backing away cause I'm frightened, I'm lacking the fortitude, what can I say?
Look at the silver that's hangin', a bat and a cross on your neck and I bet that you probably listen to The Cure and The Sisters of Mercy and I'm gettin' a nervous-and-panicky vibe
Fixing a ticket, my thinking is wicked, I'm picturing picnics in cemeteries, everything's vivid
Your fishnets are ripped in a perfect design, I am losing my mind, you are one of a kind, a beautiful creature they've tried to confine.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Woah)
My world is beige and it's grey, a vertical blind
You are the beautiful darkness I'm hoping to find
(Woah)
My world is spreadsheets and rows, a predictable grid
You're the forbidden chapter, the book that stays hid

[Chorus]
Office park goth girl, black lipstick and lace on your fit (Lace on your fit)
Wanna pull you from the nine-to-five, forget all of this (All of this)
I'm caught in the loop of my login screen, a life I permit (A life I permit)
You're a midnight cathedral and I just wanna commit (I'm into it)

[Bridge]
(Yeah)
Tired of watching you through the glass of my office
So flawless, the way that you walk is so lawless
I’m caught in this box, fluorescent and noxious
I'd trade all the data, the tickets, the grind in my sight
For one single walk with you under the pale of the moonlight
One conversation that isn't polite…

[Outro]
(So I'll just close the ticket.)
Yeah, I'll just solve the problem.
(What's the point?)
Go back to being the face in the hall…
…invisible.
Watching you from the peripherals.