[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sip espresso through a monocle’s glare,
Debate Kafka in a thrift-store chair.
Velvet curtains frame my vintage prose,
I’m the poet that nobody knows.
Jangle chords ring from a paisley strat,
My vinyl collection critiques the charts.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the critic’s mirage, a champagne mirage,
Drowning in depth that I borrowed and marred.
New wave synths hum while my ego takes charge,
A pretentious ballet—I’m the star at the bazaar.
[Verse 2]
Name-drop Godard in a subway ad,
My band’s too obscure to be called a fad.
Mirror shades hide a shallow disguise,
I’m the punchline wrapped in a Pulitzer Prize.
Arch my brow at the mainstream parade,
My aura’s a cult film that nobody made.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the critic’s mirage, a champagne mirage,
Drowning in depth that I borrowed and marred.
New wave synths hum while my ego takes charge,
A pretentious ballet—I’m the star at the bazaar.
[Bridge]
Drop a French phrase in a downtown haze,
My humility’s tucked in a leather-bound phase.
The crowd’s too naïve to dissect my clichés,
So I’ll smirk and dissolve into yesterday.
[Outro]
