Facade

Everybody watch me pretend to be cultured.

Analyze the tannin scents
Everything's on credit spent
Always demand evidence
Don't want my narrative bent.

Buy a car called "luxury"
Then a brand new watch or three
But I'm hip, I have a tree
And eat the fruit it grows for me.

In bed at night, it won't leave my head
I live up to this image, but still I feel dead
I thought it unlikely, but now I suspect
This joke I embody deserves no respect.