[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip my latte with a pinky raised,
Vintage glasses, but my vision’s hazed.
Name-drop Sartre in a coffee shop,
My vinyl collection’s a nonstop crop.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m a masterpiece of self-deceit,
A plastic crown that’s bittersweet.
Jangle chords and a synth-wave groove,
I’m too profound for you to move.
[Verse 2]
I write haikus about subway trains,
But my introspection’s just windowpanes.
Quote Kerouac with a smirk so sly,
My authenticity’s a lullaby.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m a masterpiece of self-deceit,
A plastic crown that’s bittersweet.
Jangle chords and a synth-wave groove,
I’m too profound for you to move.
[Bridge]
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I anything at all?
New wave beats and borrowed grace,
A hollow soul in a velvet case.
[Outro]
