Velvet Facade

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high, Name-drop Sartre while the crowd rolls their eyes. Your vintage beret’s a borrowed disguise, Quoting Picasso but you’ve never touched a dye. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a velvet facade, darling, shimmering and thin, A symphony of nonsense on a cellophane grin. You’re a walking ellipsis, a footnote in lace, A masterpiece of nothing in this hollowed-out space. [Verse 2] You wear your headphones like a crown of the meek, Spin vinyl records that you’ve never heard speak. Your lexicon’s a labyrinth, pretentiously oblique, A neon sign screaming, “Admire my mystique.” [Chorus] Oh, it’s a velvet facade, darling, shimmering and thin, A symphony of nonsense on a cellophane grin. You’re a walking ellipsis, a footnote in lace, A masterpiece of nothing in this hollowed-out space. [Bridge] Mirror-ball truths in a disco-ball lie, You’re the curator of airs, but the gallery’s dry. Cursive apologies scribbled in haste, A New Wave relic with a jangle-pop taste. [Outro]