[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a thrift-store frame,
Name-dropping Kafka on the downtown train.
Your vinyl collection’s a curated shrine,
But the subtitles blur when you’re drinking cheap wine.
[Pre-Chorus]
You quote Foucault under neon lights,
While your band plays chords you stole last night.
A monocle gaze at the underground scene,
But your poetry’s copied from a magazine.
[Chorus]
Ooh, we’re so profound,
In our secondhand crowns.
Jangle the strings of a borrowed sound,
New wave static, but we’re heaven-bound.
[Verse 2]
Your scarf’s a flag of a w*r you’ve never seen,
You’re screaming *je ne sais quoi* on a blacklit screen.
The art-house flick loops in your hollow head,
But the script’s just glitter on a cardboard set.
[Pre-Chorus]
You dissect the zeitgeist with a plastic k***e,
Dance in the ruins of a suburban life.
Your manifesto’s a TikTok trend,
Aesthetic decay with a hashtag end.
[Chorus]
Ooh, we’re so profound,
In our secondhand crowns.
Jangle the strings of a borrowed sound,
New wave static, but we’re heaven-bound.
[Bridge]
Break a mirror, call it *avant-garde*,
Build a castle on a credit card.
The irony’s thick, but the punchline’s thin—
A standing ovation for the mess we’re in.
[Chorus]
Ooh, we’re so profound,
In our secondhand crowns.
Jangle the strings of a borrowed sound,
New wave static, but we’re heaven-bound.
[Outro]
