[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso through a monocle glare,
Vintage coat draped with deliberate care.
Name-drop Sartre in a café haze,
Your vinyl collection’s a curated phase.
[Chorus]
We’re the kings of borrowed taste,
Dancing in a borrowed space.
Mirrorball truths and neon lies,
Pretension’s our favorite disguise.
[Verse 2]
You quote Kerouac but you’ve never rode trains,
Your rebellion’s a script, rehearsed and refrained.
Art-gallery nods to a blank concrete wall,
Plastic pearls clinking, echoing hollow.
[Chorus]
We’re the kings of borrowed taste,
Dancing in a borrowed space.
Mirrorball truths and neon lies,
Pretension’s our favorite disguise.
[Bridge]
Smoke and mirrors in a jangle-pop tune,
Faux mystique fades with the moon.
New wave synths hum what we can’t say,
We’re just mannequins in a thrift-store play.
[Chorus]
We’re the kings of borrowed taste,
Dancing in a borrowed space.
Mirrorball truths and neon lies,
Pretension’s our favorite disguise.
[Outro]
