I'm one of those things you 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 alright, 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'sonly 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