[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a borrowed beret,
Quoting Baudelaire in the café display.
Your vintage jacket’s frayed at the seams,
But you’re the curator of your daydreams.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet pretension, a curated lie,
Jangle your chords as the synth waves fly.
You’re a paperback prophet, a neon cliché,
Dancing in shadows where the posers play.
[Verse 2]
You name-drop films that nobody saw,
Your vinyl collection’s a cryptic encore.
Abstract art pinned to your loft apartment wall,
A manifesto scrawled in a d**d language scrawl.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet pretension, a curated lie,
Jangle your chords as the synth waves fly.
You’re a paperback prophet, a neon cliché,
Dancing in shadows where the posers play.
[Bridge]
Is it irony or earnest? The crowd can’t decide,
You’re a walking ellipsis, a verb undefined.
The mirrorball spins, refracting your pose,
A masterpiece of everything nobody knows.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet pretension, a curated lie,
Jangle your chords as the synth waves fly.
You’re a paperback prophet, a neon cliché,
Dancing in shadows where the posers play.
[Outro]
