[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso with a pinky raised high,
Name-drop Foucault as the crowd walks by.
Velvet blazer, thrift-store grace,
Monocle dreams in a borrowed space.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in our plastic crowns,
Dancing through critiques of the underground.
Jangle and jive, synth lines collide,
Pretentious in paradise, we’re hollow inside.
[Verse 2]
Quoting Kerouac with a Spotify degree,
Your vintage guitar’s out of key, but it’s *art*, you see.
Neon lies in a post-punk haze,
We’re curating flaws in a TikTok phase.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in our plastic crowns,
Dancing through critiques of the underground.
Jangle and jive, synth lines collide,
Pretentious in paradise, we’re hollow inside.
[Bridge]
The mirror cracks—a fleeting glance,
Our wit’s a script, our love’s a dance.
New wave relics, we’re fading slow,
But the pose is eternal, don’t you know?
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re so profound in our plastic crowns,
Dancing through critiques of the underground.
Jangle and jive, synth lines collide,
Pretentious in paradise, we’re hollow inside.
[Outro]
