[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]
