602004265[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping prosecco on a marble floor,
Name-drop Picasso just to even the score.
Vintage glasses framing vacant eyes,
Monocle whispers, "Darling, *avant-garde* is your disguise."
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, a jangle in my stride,
New wave synths for the dreams I’ve amplified.
Crooning through the haze of a self-made myth,
A crown of cassette tapes—oh, what a priceless gift.
[Verse 2]
Strut in loafers down a neon-lit street,
Quote Kerouac lines to the strangers I meet.
A Polaroid pose with a half-read book,
The credits roll early—can’t risk a second look.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, a jangle in my stride,
New wave synths for the dreams I’ve amplified.
Crooning through the haze of a self-made myth,
A crown of cassette tapes—oh, what a priceless gift.
[Bridge]
Cryptic poetry scrawled on café receipts,
Dissonant chords for the love I won’t keep.
“It’s all an *homage*,” I sigh to the void,
A hollowed-out anthem, too fragile to avoid.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, a jangle in my stride,
New wave synths for the dreams I’ve amplified.
Crooning through the haze of a self-made myth,
A crown of cassette tapes—oh, what a priceless gift.
[Outro]
