Velvet Pretensions

[Intro] [Verse 1] Velvet blazers in a neon haze, Sipping prosecco in a rented loft space. You quote Kafka but you’ve never read a page, Your vintage glasses fogging up the stage. [Chorus] Jangle, jangle, pose in the afterglow, A symphony of nothings that you’ll never know. New wave static on a borrowed TV screen, Plastic pearls and a highbrow routine. [Verse 2] You name-drop bands that disbanded in ’83, Your typewriter’s blank, but the aesthetic’s free. A Polaroid smile, a half-written rhyme, Dancing in circles to the b**t of borrowed time. [Bridge] Oh, the irony’s thick like your black espresso, A manifesto drafted in cursive tempo. The crowd nods along to your cryptic haiku, But the emperor’s clothes are just overdue. [Chorus] Jangle, jangle, pose in the afterglow, A symphony of nothings that you’ll never know. New wave static on a borrowed TV screen, Plastic pearls and a highbrow routine. [Outro]