Velvet Pretender

[Intro] [Verse 1] I wear my metaphors like a velvet blazer, Polished prose to mask the cracks in my composure. Sip espresso through a vintage filter lens, Dance to chords that none of my friends comprehend. [Pre-Chorus] Mirror-ball eyes reflect a borrowed vibe, I curate my soul for the critic’s scribe. Every sigh’s a sonnet, every glance a rhyme, But the punchline’s hollow, lost to passing time. [Chorus] Oh, Velvet Pretender, you’re a pastiche parade, Jangle-pop dreams in a masquerade. New wave nostalgia, but it’s all reprise, A counterfeit soul in designer disguise. [Verse 2] Name-drop Sartre at the indie disco, Quote French films I’ve never seen in full, though. Strum my Rickenbacker with a studied flair, Sing of depth I’ve yet to find anywhere. [Pre-Chorus] Ivory keys hum a tune I stole, Lyrics dipped in someone else’s coal. The crowd applauds my borrowed grace, A standing ovation for an empty space. [Chorus] Oh, Velvet Pretender, you’re a pastiche parade, Jangle-pop dreams in a masquerade. New wave nostalgia, but it’s all reprise, A counterfeit soul in designer disguise. [Bridge] Dialogue loops like a scratched cassette, “Authentic”’s a word I can’t quite forget. The synthesizer weeps a truth I fake, A hollow anthem for the vows I break. [Chorus] Oh, Velvet Pretender, you’re a pastiche parade, Jangle-pop dreams in a masquerade. New wave nostalgia, but it’s all reprise, A counterfeit soul in designer disguise. [Outro]