[Intro]
(Synth pads shimmer, a clean jangly guitar arpeggio begins, steady drum machine b**t kicks in)
[Verse 1]
I stir my coffee with a vintage spoon
Found in a Paris flea market one afternoon
I only speak in cryptic, curated lines
From poets you've never heard of, wasting precious time
My vinyl collection's alphabetized by mood
Obscure B-sides only, nothing crude
I wear my detachment like a tailored coat
Dissecting conversations with a casual note
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm so effortlessly deep
Secrets that I'll never keep (but imply)
Too cool for school, too sharp for sleep
Behind my mirrored monocle, I critique
(Jangly guitar riff intensifies, synth melody joins)
[Verse 2]
I name-drop auteurs over mineral water ice
Discuss the semiotics of the grain of rice
My apartment's minimalist, a curated space
Each object tells a story, holds its rightful place
I dissect your playlist with a knowing sigh
"Too derivative," I murmur, catching your eye
I cultivate an aura, vague and undefined
A walking, talking museum of my mind
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm so effortlessly deep
Secrets that I'll never keep (but imply)
Too cool for school, too sharp for sleep
Behind my mirrored monocle, I critique
(Jangly guitar riff, driving bassline)
[Bridge]
(Synth solo, slightly dissonant, arpeggiator speeds up)
Is it real, or just a pose I strike?
This carefully constructed, fragile psyche?
Does the depth exist, or just the sound?
This curated image, tightly wound...
(Drum fill, music pulls back slightly)
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm so effortlessly deep
Secrets that I'll never keep (but imply)
Too cool for school, too sharp for sleep
Behind my mirrored monocle, I critique
(Final chorus with full energy - jangly guitars, synths, drums)
[Outro]
(Jangly guitar riff repeats, synth pads swell slightly then begin to fade, drum machine b**t simplifies and slows)
(Sound gradually dissolves into a final, single clean guitar chord that rings out and fades to silence)
