[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Velvet blazer, vintage wine,
Tossing quotes from Kafkaâs spine,
Your monocle catches the neon glow,
Words like a prism, but nothing to show.
[Pre-Chorus]
You curate laughter, rehearse your sighs,
A masterpiece pose for casual eyes,
Does the crowd see through the veneer?
Or applaud the act they all hold dear?
[Chorus]
Mirror of pretension, reflecting your disguise,
Cracks in the glass where the truth canât rise,
Jangle-pop hearts in a new-wave haze,
Dancing in circles to your self-made praise.
[Verse 2]
Sculpted pauses, a pause for effect,
Your Instagram captionâs a postmodern text,
Abstract art on a thrift-store wall,
But the deeper you dive, the less you feel at all.
[Pre-Chorus]
You name-drop cities youâve never seen,
A borrowed soul in a magazine,
Is the irony lost in the synthâs sharp hum?
Or is the joke that we all becomeâ
[Chorus]
Mirror of pretension, reflecting your disguise,
Cracks in the glass where the truth canât rise,
Jangle-pop hearts in a new-wave haze,
Dancing in circles to your self-made praise.
[Bridge]
The vinyl spins a hollow sound,
Your manifesto hits the ground,
The mirror breaks, the truth spills out,
A fading star without a doubt.
[Outro]