Pizza party

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sipping espresso in a thrifted blazer, Name-drop Sartre but I’ve never read him later. My vinyl collection’s a curated maze, Obscure B-sides and a critic’s praise. [Chorus] Velvet superiority, jangling chords in minor keys, Vintage guitar, but it’s all brand new to me. I’ll quote The Smiths while I dissect your prose, Too deep for the room—nobody knows. [Verse 2] I scoff at pop songs, call them cheap and trite, Then write a chorus that’s just as light. My Polaroid filter makes the mundane divine, A postmodern smirk in a straight-ahead line. [Chorus] Velvet superiority, jangling chords in minor keys, Vintage guitar, but it’s all brand new to me. I’ll quote The Smiths while I dissect your prose, Too deep for the room—nobody knows. [Bridge] I’ll diagnose your playlist like a terminal disease, “It lacks nuance, darling—stick to what I decree.” A self-aware joke wrapped in existential dread, But irony’s my shield when the truth goes unsaid. [Outro] [Chorus] Velvet superiority, jangling chords in minor keys, Vintage guitar, but it’s all brand new to me. I’ll quote The Smiths while I dissect your prose, Too deep for the room—nobody knows. [Outro]