The bars have turned out their lights,

And the slurred conversation has gone dry

All I heard was your success, and my son’s a graduate

So I left my party first

Because nothing ends better than a liquor soaked pride

See how fast it turns snow into sleet

And those divorce papers are signed

But my friends still have wives

So I walked home in the rain

And I’ve got a crooked nose from last year

Lord, how has that time flied?

From that night when I got that slap I deserved

From a superman 

that I believe almost died

I found you standing at my door

With that gentle smile that could melt a cold war

Waiting to celebrate the day we had been born

As I cursed that you were a twin

Because nothing kills faster than celebrating life 

when you’d prefer to stay melancholic and dead

And I can’t stand that saints grin

But my heart can’t take another sin

So I let my hero through the rented door

You had brought a good bottle of red

But I had already lit my cigarette

And heroes don’t smoke and barely drink

Like everyone thinks

So we sat in silence on the balcony floor

Because nothing hurts worse than Clark Kent for a friend

Kindly picking apart your faults

And I could be just the same, but the pros are outweighed

So I just sat staying insulted and mocked

The silence has turned to ice

But your heroism won’t let it die

Saving something tired

That just wants to rest

Why must you be so good and so kind?

Because no one guilts worse than an attentive man

With his compliments and fond memories

I ought to respond to the one sided dialogue

But when has my mind come before my tongue?

So I set fire to our childhood letters

As I tried to make superman bleed

“Why must you be such a child?” 

“Why are you even here?”

“My life’s not your responsibility!”

But nothing hurts more than a dear brother’s scorn 

I should have known that before

You were on the wrong side of life

But I drowned you in kryptonite 

And broke something I should have not

And now all I have is a busted screen, and a broken nose

From a breaking savior’s hand, and an idiot’s role

And you left your cape by the kitchen door

That’s why my hero doesn’t fly by anymore

Dear Superman, I apologize 

For expecting you to not give a damn

Because in the end

I suppose even heroes need friends

Not a drunk who’ll never take a hand

Because nothing feels quite like a crooked nose

Somthing’s wrong, but you can’t exactly see why

Like when I open the door, and see that cape just like before

But I’ll find no superman inside