[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip your latte with a pinky raised so high,
Black turtleneck, youâre painting the sky.
Name-drop Sartre in a dim-lit café,
But your vinyl collectionâs just for display.
[Chorus]
Oh, youâre velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars canât clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
Youâre a paperback profoundânobody knows.
[Verse 2]
Monochrome photos of a âvintageâ soul,
Quoting Kerouac but youâve never been whole.
Your Instagramâs a gallery of borrowed light,
A new wave relic chasing last nightâs spotlight.
[Chorus]
Oh, youâre velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars canât clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
Youâre a paperback profoundânobody knows.
[Bridge]
Mirror-ball truths in a disco haze,
Youâre the critic, the muse, the phase after phase.
Dancefloor Descartes, you spin but never sway,
A hollow manifesto in disarray.
[Chorus]
Oh, youâre velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars canât clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
Youâre a paperback profoundânobody knows.
[Outro]