[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Velvet blazer, vintage shades,
Sipping espresso that nobody made.
I quote Kierkegaard in the checkout line,
But my vinyl collection’s just for show, not spine.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what we’re desperate to hide—
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop French films from the ’60s at brunch,
Mispronounce “Bauhaus” while craving a crunch.
Your typewriter’s dusty, your manifesto’s a tweet,
We’re pioneers of nothing but self-deceit.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what we’re desperate to hide—
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Bridge]
Razor-sharp collars and polysyllabic lies,
Our authenticity’s a costume in disguise.
The jangle fades out, the synths lose their sheen—
A punchline no one hears, just the pose in between.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in monochrome hues,
Dancing to chords that we never quite use.
The mirror reflects what we’re desperate to hide—
A symphony of egos, hollow inside.
[Outro]