Velvet Pretension

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high, Name-dropping Sartre ‘neath a neon-lit sky. Your vintage blazer’s frayed at the seams, But you’re quoting Baudrillard in a downtown scene. [Chorus] Oh, velvet pretension, you’re so avant-garde, A walking contradiction in a postcard bazaar. Jangle guitars hum while your ego takes flight, New wave synths whisper, “You’re not that deep tonight.” [Verse 2] You curated playlists for existential dread, But your tears are just glitter glued to your head. Monocle monocle, faux-British drawl, You’re a thrift-store prophet with no creed at all. [Bridge] The gallery’s empty, but the critics applaud, A hollow ovation for a self-aware fraud. Strip back the layers—just plastic and thread, Your masterpiece’s a doodle in red. [Chorus] Oh, velvet pretension, you’re so avant-garde, A walking contradiction in a postcard bazaar. Jangle guitars hum while your ego takes flight, New wave synths whisper, “You’re not that deep tonight.” [Outro]