Here you go trading in who you’ve been

I watch you change your skin

Where you’re in

Does it fit?

I see you pushing it

This envelope of not you

I hear your song

Where no melody comes

No symphony to sink in no guitar line to ride on

Merely sounds

Oh where oh where has the rock and roll gone?

I see you serving to impress

Switching up your dress

Dressing ready and willing to have the

Times

Thrust on you

Tell us where’s that one hit baby?

Locked inside your theory maybe

Aiming for number one

Instead of making it and then holding your breath

No danger in the formulaic creation do re mi

Except another which sounds like every other

Glimmer of lightless stars

Keep trading in who you’ve been

No one would recognise you now

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