[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a thrifted blazer,
Name-drop Sartre while I tune my chorus later.
Mirror-check poses in a neon haze,
Monocle opinions on the post-punk phase.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so oblique, speaking in cursive tongues,
Dropping obscure bands from 1981.
Strut through the scene in a vintage coat,
A walking museum of the songs we quote.
[Verse 2]
Laugh at the normies through a film noir lens,
Quote Kerouac lines to impress my trends.
My vinyl collection’s a curated shrine,
But the bassline’s borrowed from a better time.
[Bridge]
I’ll dissect your playlist with a surgeon’s blade,
Then write a haiku ’bout the mess I’ve made.
Aesthetes in orbit, we orbit alone,
Pretension’s the anthem we’ve overgrown.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so oblique, speaking in cursive tongues,
Dropping obscure bands from 1981.
Strut through the scene in a vintage coat,
A walking museum of the songs we quote.
[Outro]