[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a mirrored café,
Monocle opinions in a disarray,
Quoting French films that nobody saw,
My vintage jacket’s the only true law.
[Chorus]
I’m a neon cliché in a black-and-white scene,
Dancing to chords that are too obscene,
Jangle my ego, let the reverb pretend—
I’m too profound to comprehend.
[Verse 2]
Your playlist’s basic, a pedestrian crime,
I dissect nuance in a four-chord rhyme,
Name-drop a poet from the ’81 haze,
While synth lines shimmer through my ironic gaze.
[Chorus]
I’m a neon cliché in a black-and-white scene,
Dancing to chords that are too obscene,
Jangle my ego, let the reverb pretend—
I’m too profound to comprehend.
[Bridge]
C’est la vie, I sigh with existential flair,
A vinyl crackle fills the overpriced air,
You’ll never grasp my curated despair—
A masterpiece hung in a thrift-store lair.
[Outro]
