[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso in a borrowed turtleneck,
Name-drop Kafka like it’s alphabet soup.
Vintage vinyl spins, but you’ve never heard the B-side,
Your monocle’s plastic—still, you strike a pose.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet pretension, draped in borrowed light,
Jangle chords and hollow words that shimmer just for show.
New wave mirrors crack, but you dance through the debris,
A masterpiece of “almost” in a gallery of ghosts.
[Verse 2]
You quote Foucault at dive bar poetry slams,
But your manifesto’s scribbled on a napkin stain.
Tube amps hum while your irony drips slow,
A haircut so precise it could split the status quo.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet pretension, draped in borrowed light,
Jangle chords and hollow words that shimmer just for show.
New wave mirrors crack, but you dance through the debris,
A masterpiece of “almost” in a gallery of ghosts.
[Bridge]
You’re a walking semicolon; pause but never stop,
A synthesizer’s sigh in a post-punk discount shop.
The crowd nods like they get it—truth is, neither do you,
Just another pastiche glued with attitude.
[Outro]
