[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip your latte through a monocle gaze,
Marble halls echo the words you’ll never say.
Vintage shoes click on postmodern floors,
You quote Kafka while staring at closed doors.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re too clever for the room,
Draped in shadows, bathed in gloom.
Jangle chords and borrowed grace,
A mirrorball cracks our fragile face.
[Verse 2]
Neon philosophy glows in your hair,
You’ve never felt a feeling you didn’t declare.
Abstract art adorns your empty shelves,
A symphony of whispers, you hum to yourself.
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re too clever for the room,
Draped in shadows, bathed in gloom.
Jangle chords and borrowed grace,
A mirrorball cracks our fragile face.
[Bridge]
You dissect love in a d**d language rhyme,
French New Wave films play on rewind.
The bassline pulses, the pretension swells,
We’re all just actors in our private hells.
[Outro]
[End]
