haneygage95[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping prosecco on a thrift-store throne,
Quoting Proust through a cracked iPhone,
Monocle glare at the plebeian crowd,
Whisper French words just a bit too loud.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, draped in borrowed wit,
Ivory towers crumble, but I’ll never admit,
Jangle-pop pretension, new wave disguise,
Gold-leaf my failures, call it “artistic lies.”
[Verse 2]
Neon blazer, postmodern sway,
Name-drop Sartre in the dive bar café,
Paint my ego in a gallery frame,
A hollow anthem for a hollow fame.
[Bridge]
Mirrored sunglasses hide my ordinary eyes,
Dance on a high horse, claim it’s “avant-garde skies,”
But the vinyl crackles when the truth gets near—
A highbrow masquerade, fueled by cheap beer.
[Chorus]
Velvet superiority, draped in borrowed wit,
Ivory towers crumble, but I’ll never admit,
Jangle-pop pretension, new wave disguise,
Gold-leaf my failures, call it “artistic lies.”
[Outro]
