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 Send " Oxic" Ringtone to your Cell