[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]
