[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Velvet blazer, vintage shades,
Sipping espresso that nobody made.
I quote Kierkegaard in the checkout line,
But my vinyl collectionâs just for show, not spine.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what weâre desperate to hideâ
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop French films from the â60s at brunch,
Mispronounce âBauhausâ while craving a crunch.
Your typewriterâs dusty, your manifestoâs a tweet,
Weâre pioneers of nothing but self-deceit.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what weâre desperate to hideâ
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Bridge]
Razor-sharp collars and polysyllabic lies,
Our authenticityâs a costume in disguise.
The jangle fades out, the synths lose their sheenâ
A punchline no one hears, just the pose in between.
[Chorus]
Oh, weâre so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what weâre desperate to hideâ
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Outro]