Heroes Are Men in Famous Capes

I remember once you told me
You were once creative
You still have an imagination
Especially when you want
A way to make someone
Fall apart.

I've used so many yards of string
To stitch myself back into something
I can't recognize anymore.
I have so many faces.
You've seen only two
Maybe three
If I want to admit you've seen me
A shredded mess.

There’s a part of me I lost to cards
Others I gave away in words
I gave myself away
I left myself in Kansas City
And a little bit in Ashgrove
On the border
Where the tornados fell in love with floods.

You left yourself in another part of the world
A place you never told me
But a place I think I know
Just a little bit of, still.
Lord, maybe I don't want to know.

Do you miss the way
Heroes were amazing ghosts
Instead of lonely men
In famous capes

On TV screens
In magazines
Tattooed across my heart
A name you always are
But I can never put my finger
On really how
A man can be super
And hide behind the rims.