[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a borrowed beret,
Name-drop Sartre while the vinyl plays.
My vintage coat’s a thrift-store disguise,
You nod like you get it—I see through your eyes.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s the velvet obvious, darling, we’re so profound,
Dancing in circles where the clichés resound.
We’ll jangle our guitars in a key no one knows,
Wrap all our truths in a ribbon of prose.
[Verse 2]
I wrote a sonnet on a napkin last night,
About postmodern love and the absence of light.
You quoted a band that disbanded in ’82,
I laughed like I knew them—yeah, I pretended too.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s the velvet obvious, darling, we’re so profound,
Dancing in circles where the clichés resound.
We’ll jangle our guitars in a key no one knows,
Wrap all our truths in a ribbon of prose.
[Bridge]
The synthesizers hum a tune we can’t place,
Our reflections warp in the reverb’s embrace.
Is it art or a joke? Well, we’ll never explain—
The more it confuses, the more we attain.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s the velvet obvious, darling, we’re so profound,
Dancing in circles where the clichés resound.
We’ll jangle our guitars in a key no one knows,
Wrap all our truths in a ribbon of prose.
[Outro]
