[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip your latte with a pinky raised high,
Mirror shades reflect a curated sky.
Words like "quintessential" drip from your lips,
A vinyl collection no one dares to flip.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a walking cliché,
Jangle guitars hum what you’ll never say.
New wave synths pulse through your hollow pose,
A masterpiece of smoke that nobody knows.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop Sartre in a thrift-store coat,
Monochrome dreams on a black-and-white note.
Your mixtape’s a sermon, but the crowd’s all ears,
Dancing to the rhythm of insincere cheers.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a walking cliché,
Jangle guitars hum what you’ll never say.
New wave synths pulse through your hollow pose,
A masterpiece of smoke that nobody knows.
[Bridge]
The mirror cracks when the bassline slips,
Reveals a flicker beneath the scripted quips.
You’re a hologram in a neon parade,
A borrowed soul with the debts unpaid.
[Chorus]
Oh, you’re velvet obvious, a walking cliché,
Jangle guitars hum what you’ll never say.
New wave synths pulse through your hollow pose,
A masterpiece of smoke that nobody knows.
[Outro]
