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
CHORUS
Buts it`s all right
Thats 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
CHORUS
But old news can change
As memories float downstream
So don`t judge me by my failures
But only by my dreams