[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]
