[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso through a monocle’s glare,
Vintage threads and a dismissive air,
Name-drop Kafka at a basement show,
“You’ve never heard them? Oh, darling, *how slow*.”
[Chorus]
We’re the architects of borrowed grace,
Dancing in a borrowed time and space,
Jangle chords and a synth-wave chase,
Our *taste so divine*, it’s a cliché we embrace.
[Verse 2]
Your vinyl collection’s alphabetized shame,
I scoff at your playlist—it’s all *mainstream* fame,
Quote French New Wave with a smirk and a sigh,
“Your lens is so pedestrian—mine’s Bokeh skies.”
[Bridge]
Cigarette whispers in a loft we don’t own,
Debate postmodernism in a condescending tone,
“Authenticity’s d**d,” we laugh, rolling eyes,
While mirroring the idols we criticize.
[Chorus]
We’re the architects of borrowed grace,
Dancing in a borrowed time and space,
Jangle chords and a synth-wave chase,
Our *taste so divine*, it’s a cliché we embrace.
[Outro]
