You ever think about the last thing you’ll ever do,
with a handful of regrets in your palm –
Listening to the slowest music, alone in your room?
I guess I’m waiting for superman to show up at my door.
But he never does.
It’s a bit overwhelming to feel this way.
I feel a bit overcome.
That’s what it comes down to.
Nobody, empty, gone away.
Absent minded, they pair off two by two
and complain about each other to me
every single chance they get. And they
get a lot of chances.
Tell everyone who’s waiting for superman
To hold on as best they can. While I’m here,
I suppose it’s my job. It’ not a bad one to have.
Now if I could only get myself to believe it.