[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]
