Velvet Pretensions

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high, Quoting French films that you’ve never seen twice. Vintage glasses framing a vacant stare, You’re a jangle of nerves in a thrift-shop chair. [Pre-Chorus] Name-drop the poets, but you’ve never read a line, A symphony of arrogance in 4/4 time. You’re a walking contradiction in designer disguise, A hollow manifesto set to reverb and highs. [Chorus] Oh, velvet pretensions, you’re so meticulously thin, A crossword puzzle soul where the answers don’t fit in. Jangle-pop illusions, new wave delusions, You’re an art school pose in borrowed prose. [Verse 2] You hate pop music, but you’ll hum the hook, Dancing in the shadows of the books you never took. Big words like confetti, but they’re all misused, A neon sign that’s buzzing, half-translated and confused. [Pre-Chorus] Your laughter’s a decibel too loud to be true, A curated chaos in a post-punk hue. You’re a collage of clichés, screaming “look at me,” A vintage vinyl crackle with no melody. [Chorus] Oh, velvet pretensions, you’re so meticulously thin, A crossword puzzle soul where the answers don’t fit in. Jangle-pop illusions, new wave delusions, You’re an art school pose in borrowed prose. [Bridge] Strip away the layers, and what’s left underneath? A karaoke rebel with a dollar-store wreath. The synthesizer’s looping, but the tape’s wearing out, A carbon-copy charmer lost in self-doubt. [Chorus] Oh, velvet pretensions, you’re so meticulously thin, A crossword puzzle soul where the answers don’t fit in. Jangle-pop illusions, new wave delusions, You’re an art school pose in borrowed prose. [Outro]