[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]
