[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a velvet blazer,
Mirrored shades hide my borrowed panache,
Name-drop Sartre while I tune my guitar,
A jangle riff for the bourgeois bash.
[Verse 2]
Monocle perched on a postmodern sneer,
Dancefloor sighs in a synthesized haze,
Your lo-fi dreams can’t decode my morse code,
I’m a walking museum of yesterday’s praise.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so opaque, darling, tragically chic,
New wave romantics with a vintage technique,
Strut in 7/8 time, talk in riddles, repeat,
Pretension’s a sport when the bassline’s antique.
[Verse 3]
References bloom like a black turtleneck,
Quoting Godard in a thrift-store haze,
My angst is a prop, my tears are post-punk,
You’re basic—I’m cursive, lost in the phase.
[Bridge]
(But wait—)
The mirror cracks when the chorus repeats,
A glitch in the reverb, a skip in the b**t,
Maybe my irony’s just cheap vinyl heat,
A hollow icon, half obsolete.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so opaque, darling, tragically chic,
New wave romantics with a vintage technique,
Strut in 7/8 time, talk in riddles, repeat,
Pretension’s a sport when the bassline’s antique.
[Outro]
