[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip your latte with a pinky raised,
Cursive words in a hollowed phrase.
Mirror shades hide your borrowed gaze,
A vintage coat from a thrift-store maze.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re plastic diamonds in the neon glare,
Dancing through a world that isn’t there.
Jangle guitars and a synth-wave hum,
Pretend we’re someone till the morning comes.
[Verse 2]
Quote Bukowski in a crowded room,
Name-drop films that you’ve never viewed.
Laugh too loud at the jokes you feign,
A Polaroid soul in a digital frame.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re plastic diamonds in the neon glare,
Dancing through a world that isn’t there.
Jangle guitars and a synth-wave hum,
Pretend we’re someone till the morning comes.
[Bridge]
The vinyl crackles with your curated pain,
A minimalist heart with a maximalist name.
You’re a paperback sage in a hardcover game,
But the ink’s running dry—it all feels the same.
[Verse 3]
Monochrome dreams in a 4K haze,
Rewrite your past in a post-truth phase.
Strut the sidewalk like a runway stage,
A cameo life on a borrowed page.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re plastic diamonds in the neon glare,
Dancing through a world that isn’t there.
Jangle guitars and a synth-wave hum,
Pretend we’re someone till the morning comes.
[Outro]
