[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Velvet blazers in a neon haze,
Quoting Kafka in a downtown maze.
Sip your latte with a pinky raised,
Your vinyl collection’s a trophy case.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in monochrome,
Dancing stiff to a synth-stacked poem.
Name-drop bands that you’ve never known,
Our pretension’s a dial tone—it’s overblown.
[Verse 2]
Vintage typewriter clicks at dawn,
Write a manifesto nobody reads on.
Your Polaroid grief’s a gallery pawn,
Crafting depth where the shallows belong.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in monochrome,
Dancing stiff to a synth-stacked poem.
Name-drop bands that you’ve never known,
Our pretension’s a dial tone—it’s overblown.
[Bridge]
Ivory towers on a flea-market throne,
Champagne fizz in a paper cup foam.
We’re the punchline to a joke we’ve outgrown,
But the mirrorball spins—we’re still alone.
[Outro]
