[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso through a monocle of time,
Quote French poets in a fractured rhyme.
Vintage coats and analog pretenses,
Weâre all clichĂ©s in borrowed lenses.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so obscure, but everyone can tell,
Jangle guitars ring like our hollow shells.
New wave synths hum what we wonât confessâ
Weâre vinyl deep in a digital mess.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop Kierkegaard at the indie disco,
Dance like our shadows are on VHS glow.
Art films loop where the plotâs undefined,
But weâll dissect the pixels in our minds.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so obscure, but everyone can tell,
Jangle guitars ring like our hollow shells.
New wave synths hum what we wonât confessâ
Weâre vinyl deep in a digital mess.
[Bridge]
The ironyâs thick, but weâll call it âtexture,â
Aestheticize the cracks in our architecture.
Mirror-ball truths spin, fractured and brightâ
Weâre the punchline dressed in strobe light.
[Verse 3]
Scroll through life with a sepia filter,
Post our souls where the hashtags wilt her.
Subtext screams, but weâll whisper the theme:
A masterpiece no oneâs ever seen.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so obscure, but everyone can tell,
Jangle guitars ring like our hollow shells.
New wave synths hum what we wonât confessâ
Weâre vinyl deep in a digital mess.
[Outro]