[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip your latte with a pinky raised so high,
Black turtleneck, you’re painting the sky.
Name-drop Sartre in a dim-lit café,
But your vinyl collection’s just for display.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars can’t clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
You’re a paperback profound—nobody knows.
[Verse 2]
Monochrome photos of a “vintage” soul,
Quoting Kerouac but you’ve never been whole.
Your Instagram’s a gallery of borrowed light,
A new wave relic chasing last night’s spotlight.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars can’t clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
You’re a paperback profound—nobody knows.
[Bridge]
Mirror-ball truths in a disco haze,
You’re the critic, the muse, the phase after phase.
Dancefloor Descartes, you spin but never sway,
A hollow manifesto in disarray.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a curated mess,
Jangle guitars can’t clean your pretentious dress.
Synth-wave whispers through your hollow pose,
You’re a paperback profound—nobody knows.
[Outro]
