Velvet Pretensions

[Intro] [Verse 1] Velvet blazers in a basement bar, Quoting Sartre through a cigar. Your vintage prose and obscure films, A Polaroid smirk as the synth line thrills. [Chorus] Oh, we’re too clever for the room, Dancing in a borrowed gloom. Jangle guitars, but it’s all for show— We’re just posing in the neon glow. [Verse 2] Sip espresso, black as our wit, Name-drop Kafka (you’ve never read it). Mirror-ball truths and plastic charm, A new wave dirge for the avant-garde arm. [Bridge] (Spoken word over a muted riff) “Darling, irony’s the last true art— We’re all collages, torn apart. The bassline’s shallow, but the chords are deep…” (Then the drums k**k in, and we forget to speak.) [Chorus] Oh, we’re too clever for the room, Dancing in a borrowed gloom. Jangle guitars, but it’s all for show— We’re just posing in the neon glow. [Outro]