[INTRO: Distant music box melody, rain sounds, a single repeating synth note] [VERSE 1 — SPOKEN, DEADPAN, ALMOST BORED] Another Tuesday in September The sky is the colour of old cassette tape I wore my father’s old coat again It smells like cigarettes and escape The bell rings but I don’t hear it I’m somewhere between the third and fourth line Of a poem I’ll never finish About a girl I’ll never find [CHORUS — DRY, RHYTHMIC, ALMOST CHANTED] This is my Goth Semester Black nails and bad excuses I write my name in fog on windows And blame the world for my abuses This is my Goth Semester I’m failing everything but style I’ll graduate in sadness And stay a ghost for a while [VERSE 2 — SLIGHTLY FASTER, MORE IRONIC] The teacher asked me what I’m reading I said "The Silence of the Lambs" She wrote a note to my parents They said "That’s just how he is, ma’am" I drew a bat on my notebook I drew a noose on my shoe I drew a line between who I am And who I’m supposed to be for you [CHORUS — FULL BAND, COLD SYNTHS, DRIVING BASS] This is my Goth Semester Black nails and bad excuses I write my name in fog on windows And blame the world for my abuses This is my Goth Semester I’m failing everything but style I’ll graduate in sadness And stay a ghost for a while [BRIDGE — INSTRUMENTAL DROP. ONLY BASS AND WHISPER.] I don’t believe in doom I believe in the sound of rain On a roof that leaks In a room that smells like pain [OUTRO — SLOWER, TIRED, VOICE CRACKING] This is my Goth Semester... And I think I’ll pass... Just barely... But with style... [Silence. Rain continues. Fade.]
