Velvet Superiority

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso in a velvet blazer, Name-drop Sartre while the crowd flavors, Mirror-shade lenses hide my vacant gaze, I curate my sighs in a post-punk haze. [Chorus] Oh, it’s velvet superiority, A collage of words without a creed, I’m a walking mixtape, no melody— But the irony’s lost on me. [Verse 2] Jangle guitars in a minor key, Dancefloor philosophers all stare at me, I quote Kerouac but skip every page, My depth’s a prop in this new wave stage. [Chorus] Oh, it’s velvet superiority, A collage of words without a creed, I’m a walking mixtape, no melody— But the irony’s lost on me. [Bridge] I’ll scoff at pop, then steal its hook, Rewrite the rules from a leather-bound book, My pretension’s just a fragile shell— (But I’ll never tell, never tell.) [Chorus] Oh, it’s velvet superiority, A collage of words without a creed, I’m a walking mixtape, no melody— But the irony’s lost on me. [Outro]