[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a thrifted blazer,
Cursive tattoos quote Kafka and Nietzsche.
You spin your vinyl with a curated smirk,
A vintage Polaroid—your life’s a artful quirk.
[Pre-Chorus]
Name-drop bands that never made a chart,
Your existential dread’s a work of postmodern art.
But the mirror cracks when the spotlight fades,
A pastel void behind the masquerade.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet facade, your edges fray,
Jangle-pop riffs can’t hide the cliché.
New wave synths hum a hollow tune,
We’re all pretentious under the plastic moon.
[Verse 2]
Monochrome films projected on your wall,
French phrases misused to impress at the gallery crawl.
You scribble sonnets in a leather-bound lie,
But the poetry’s perfume as the ink runs dry.
[Bridge]
A synthesizer laughs in minor key,
Your haute couture tears dissolve in mockery.
The crowd applauds your borrowed charade,
While the chorus loops, a serenade to fade.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet facade, your edges fray,
Jangle-pop riffs can’t hide the cliché.
New wave synths hum a hollow tune,
We’re all pretentious under the plastic moon.
[Outro]
