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