Walking outside in the dark
8:45 on December 9
My new chip warming up in my shallow pocket.
Walking alone to find shelter in the same old
comic book store.
Call me irresponsible
Call me undependable
I won’t call you wrong.
But when I’m cold
there’s only one place left I’d rather go
and I’ve already been kicked out.
I don’t know how to fly.
I cannot penetrate your mind.
I can’t see right through a brick wall
but I wish I could.
You used to call me Sandy Dumbrowski,
with lips like strawberry sodas,
in heaven forever and ever we will be.
Did you used to mean it then?
Patricia Birch, please promise me
it won’t end with cigarettes and convertibles in the sky.
And I’m stuck in the middle
just like Lana Lang was.
Bound to the ground
just like Lana Lang was.
So I’m walking through the aisles
bumping my hips on Bizarro
and I’m thinking about
what it would be like to
buy a Metropolis apartment with you.
Just flipping and flipping
through a dusty Action
and I thought these were only supposed
to happen every seven years
but you’re back in the Fortress again.
And I’m stuck in the middle
just like Lana Lang was.
Crushed under the Planet
just like Lana Lang was.
So if you want to call me
I’ll only answer to the Insect Queen,
thinking you’ll propose to me
in that small-town cornfield.
Pining for Superman
who thinks I’m just a girl
and maybe that’s really all I am.
Is that such a bad thing?
Sandra, Susan, help me.
And I’m stuck in the middle
just like Lana Lang was.
Bathed in kryptonite
just like Lana Lang was.
In my nightmares I
die on the operating table
and though I can see my body
I know I will force another breath.
But I’m still stuck in the middle
just like Lana Lang was.
Can’t get past Smallville
just like Lana Lang.
Lying under a cape in the dark
8:45 on January 9
My new chip cold in my palm.
Crying because they shut down the same old
comic book store.
Call me anxious.
Call me common.
I won’t call you wrong.
But when I’m cold
there’s only one place left I’d rather go
and it’s too late to show up.