False Alarm

You strut around in your vintage new-old coat

Talking 'bout the next big scene

Got a notebook full of someone else's quotes

And a voice that plays off-key

Oh, you pose by the record store

Like you're '76 reborn

But your vinyl's still shrink-wrapped

And your heartbreak's pre-recorded

Oh, you're a false alarm, yeah

A flicker with no flame

All dressed up for the underground

But you don't know the way

Yeah, you're a fading dream, love

A TikTok polaroid star

Selling style, selling stories

But you've never been scarred

You name-drop poets you've never read

Patti Smith's on your wall, not in your head

And your band's just a bunch of blokes

Playing riffs you found on Reddit

Oh, you talk about the old boozer

Where the misfits used to meet

But your coffee's oat milk, two shots

And your heroes wouldn't touch that drink

Oh, you're a false alarm, yeah

A flicker with no flame

All dressed up for the underground

But you don't know the way

Yeah, you're a fading dream, love

A TikTok polaroid star

Selling style, selling stories

But you've never been scarred

Oh, you crave the grime, the cigarette nights

But you flinch when the gutter bites

Say you're living for the wasted youth

But the mirror don't reflect the proof

So go on vogue, strike a pose

Sing your songs nobody knows

But when the real ones take the stage

You'll be front row, in the glow

And they'll never call your name