[Intro]
(Upbeat, jangly guitar riff with crisp, bright tone, syncopated bassline, shimmering synth pad underneath)
[Verse 1]
I found the meaning in the peeling paint
On a café wall where existential saints
Sip lukewarm coffee, bitter and profound
Discussing concepts lost, yet never found
My vintage scarf, a carefully draped lie
Catches the glance of passers subtly by
I arch an eyebrow, mutter Baudelaire
While dissecting pop songs beyond repair
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm lost in velvet obscurity
My references drip with pure maturity
I cultivate a taste you'll never get
A pose so perfect, layered with regret
(Yeah, I'm) Cooler than you, cooler than the scene
Wrapped in pretension, shiny and serene
[Verse 2]
My vinyl spins a rare Norwegian band
That only seven people understand
I name-drop auteurs in casual chat
While deconstructing why your baseball hat
Is such a symbol of the great decline
Aesthetic failure, perfectly benign
I analyze the rain on windowpanes
And find deep meaning in its liquid chains
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm lost in velvet obscurity
My references drip with pure maturity
I cultivate a taste you'll never get
A pose so perfect, layered with regret
(Yeah, I'm) Cooler than you, cooler than the scene
Wrapped in pretension, shiny and serene
[Bridge]
(Bassline becomes more prominent, guitars slightly more angular, synth adds a quirky, slightly dissonant counter-melody)
Is this façade just armor, thin and bright?
Protecting something ordinary, slight?
Or have I truly ascended to the peak
Where only cryptic phrases dare to speak?
The mirror cracks, a fleeting, awkward glance
Reveals the frantic, self-constructed dance
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm lost in velvet obscurity
My references drip with pure maturity
I cultivate a taste you'll never get
A pose so perfect, layered with regret
(Yeah, I'm) Cooler than you, cooler than the scene
Wrapped in pretension, shiny and serene
[Outro]
(Jangly guitar riff repeats, becoming slightly more repetitive and hypnotic. Synth pad swells gently. Bassline holds steady. Drums become more sparse. The music gradually fades out, leaving the lingering jangle before silence.)
