Velvet Superiority

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso through a monocle glare, Quoting Camus with a practiced despair, Your vintage vinyl spins a hollowed-out tune, A symphony of soliloquies, out of key and too soon. [Chorus] Oh, it’s velvet superiority, A pastiche of depth in a shallow sea, You’re the curator of your own facade, A neon sign screaming, “Please applaud!” [Verse 2] Mirror-check pose in a thrift-store coat, Your lexicon blooms like an overworked quote, Postmodern prose in a pop-song frame, A jangle of chords with a highbrow name. [Chorus] Oh, it’s velvet superiority, A crossword puzzle missing clarity, You’re the star of a self-made scene, Drowning in irony, spotless and clean. [Bridge] But the dance floor cracks beneath your feet, A synthesizer whines, incomplete, The crowd’s a blur of borrowed taste, A masterpiece crumbling, rushed and misplaced. [Outro]