Velvet Reflections

[Intro] [Verse 1] Velvet tongues and marble thrones, we sip the air like it’s champagne, Mirror-ball eyes dissect the room, every whisper’s a monologue. You quote Kafka in the checkout line, your vintage tee screams “obscure,” But the chords we play are bittersweet, a jangle wrapped in plastic sheen. [Chorus] Oh, we’re posing in the right light, Draped in shadows we call “depth,” New wave static, borrowed words, A masterpiece of what’s not said. [Verse 2] You sculpt your laugh like a Pollock splash, chaotic, cool, and half-done, Your vinyl collection’s a time capsule—missing all the hits. We dance in circles, stiff and clean, to rhythms no one owns, A tambourine shakes empty praise, a synth line hides the cracks. [Chorus] Oh, we’re posing in the right light, Draped in shadows we call “depth,” New wave static, borrowed words, A masterpiece of what’s not said. [Bridge] Is it irony or just a lie? The bassline’s pulling truth, Your haiku heart, three lines too short, dissolves in reverb fumes. The crowd applauds a concept, not the b**t or the refrain, We’re all curators in the end, framing dust as golden age. [Chorus] Oh, we’re posing in the right light, Draped in shadows we call “depth,” New wave static, borrowed words, A masterpiece of what’s not said. [Outro]