[Verse] You make a whole personality out of being hard to place A carefully withheld opinion, an unreadable face You let a room invent you, never interrupt the myth It's fascinating what people will project on an empty script You quote obscure opinions with the confidence of fact Then change them when the company changes, never looking back Every gesture has a purpose, every pause is well rehearsed You don't need an interesting mind when the packaging comes first [Pre-Chorus] The less you give away The more they swear there's something there What a clever little trick [Chorus] Aesthetic alibi A borrowed kind of depth in a perfectly composed disguise You make the ordinary look elusive Keep the surface cool enough to make the shallow seem exclusive Aesthetic alibi A reputation built on what you never signify There's nothing rare about a man who knows precisely how to play You learned to sell the cover so no one looks beneath the display Less to say More to sell You wear the part You wear it well Aesthetic alibi (alibi... alibi...) [Verse] You study what impresses people, file it under charm A little cultivated distance, a little false alarm You make a passing compliment feel confidential and discreet Then watch them call it intimacy because you kept it incomplete The stories all have different names, the ending stays the same You leave before the questions start to interfere with the game No interest in the person, just the moment they give in The mystery was never who you are, it's how you get beneath the skin [Pre-Chorus] No substance to defend No character to show Just a practiced way of making sure Nobody says it so [Chorus] Aesthetic alibi You dress a common appetite in intellectual disguise The studied detachment, the calculated tension A little atmosphere to distract from your intentions Aesthetic alibi You never needed depth, just someone else's eyes You let them write your character, then take a bow for the performance A hollow little masterpiece of calculated nonimportance Perfect frame Paper-thin All that style Nothing in Aesthetic alibi (alibi... alibi...) [Verse] The punchline lands; you wait for me to miss it That little pause before the smile, the practiced way you pivot You offer me the version that has never worked a day Then look genuinely startled when I turn and walk away No grand confession, no revelation to expose Just another calculated move beneath that half-smile pose The man I thought was somewhere underneath your cool Was never there to find; I merely played the fool [Bridge] You mistook a good entrance for a lasting impression A measured little gesture for a private obsession All that calculated heat, that manufactured spark A beautifully staged performance with no substance in the dark You wanted easy access, dressed as rare connection A little tension to hide your plain intention Keep your practiced mystery; the trick has lost its pull I've seen more behind a shopfront than behind your studied cool [Pre-Chorus] Go on, give me that look The one you think can't miss It's almost impressive How empty your confidence is [Final-Chorus] Aesthetic alibi You built a reputation on the way you catch the light A borrowed hint of danger, an expertly timed silence Just enough to draw them close, not enough to offer substance Aesthetic alibi You thought I'd help perpetuate the myth you live inside But I won't be another audience mistaking smoke for fire I got you exposed with a blink of an eye, while you stil demand unquestioning desire. The act was never irresistible; I simply didn't see anything to admire. [Outro] All you do is a choreographed maneuver, just to get laid. And everyone falling for your play sooner or later has paid. Nothing to uncover Nothing to discover Nothing to pursue All that careful theatre And nothing about it is true I don't fall for your... Aesthetic alibi... (alibi...) Aesthetic alibi...
