Lyrics:
I'm one of those things you save forever but never needLike an old newspaper no one has time to readThis child has grown into a dead endSince I lost the power to pretendBut it's alright, that's who I am insideNot much to say on this non-toxic, ordinary dayThat's no superhero standing right in front of usSo take this pocket full of kryptonite and beat it back to MetropolisThere'sonly room for one on this microphoneIn my finest hour I'm still aloneBut old news can change, as memories float downstreamSo don't judge me by my failures, only by my dreams