I'm one of those things you'll save forever, but never need.

Like an old newspaper no one has time to read

This child has grown into a dead end

Since I lost the power to pretend



But it's all right, that's who I am inside

Not much to say on this non-toxic, ordinary day



That's no superhero standing right in front of us

So take this pocket full of Kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis

There's only room for one on this microphone

In my finest hour I'm still alone



But old news can change, as memories float downstream

So don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams