non-toxic

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