*technically a Dave Matthews Band cover, but lyrics are all original      Hey, mister plans   With your hands in your eyes   How are those pretty   sandcastles of yours   Faring against time and tide?      Empty yourself   Of everything you hold true   Not even enough to   Fill my hat   As we bring it all back to you      I'm reeling still   From the salt on my tongue   Think I'll play it safe and   Let you go   If you understand where I come from      I'm getting used   To the scum of my age   Though this arrangement's   Far from good   At least it'll never change      And with bleeding hands   I had a dream      That hell was all around me   In yellow and green      And none of it was anything   That something like shame   Could ever hope to change   As I renewed      By long lost hope   That I could be some kind of superhero   And I'd wear my plastic cape   With a great big   Star-studded golden painted zero      I threw out and away   The things that make me measure in depth   If you should throw me   Lovely bones,   I can't say I would not accept      You're looking up to me   But not in the eye   You already know   What is wrong   Shouldn't be your big surprise, hey      And I see this light   Only cause I'm ablaze   With the nectar of tripping   About all my days      And I couldn't recall   The advice that I gave   But I know I could use it as   We patiently gaze      At the greatest of dreams   That I could somehow   Be some kind of superhero      And as I try on   This plastic cape   My head starts to ache   From the rust of all the zeros      And now the ages   Seem so gone   How'd I get here,   Get so far   For only so long?      So when the blood   Should finally fail   To outlive the rain,   And it's gone   Tell me, what the hell did you need   One more plastic star for?