haneygage95[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping prosecco through a monocle lens,
You quote Kerouac but you’ve never left Kens.
Velvet blazer draped like a borrowed crown,
Your laughter’s a script, every word upside-down.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet facade in a neon-lit trance,
Dancing to rhythms you don’t understand.
Jangle-pop riffs and a synthesizer sigh,
You’re a vintage cliché with a modern disguise.
[Verse 2]
You name-drop Sartre at a rooftop soirée,
But your existential dread’s just a TikTok cliché.
Mirror-ball pupils reflect empty stares,
New-wave rebellion in designer tears.
[Bridge]
Thesaurus tongue, but your soul’s out of ink,
A Polaroid soul in a high-res sink.
The crowd nods along to your hollow refrain,
A symphony of nothing in a minor key frame.
[Chorus]
Oh, velvet facade in a neon-lit trance,
Dancing to rhythms you don’t understand.
Jangle-pop riffs and a synthesizer sigh,
You’re a vintage cliché with a modern disguise.
[Outro]
