Losing the Plot

Welcome back, insomnia Ushered back into silence Only when everyone else is sleeping And 'cause the city is sleeping No one ruthless is rushing To get to the front of the line, as usual 'Cause I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape As though I haven't risen Like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I have not been reborn To notice that my mission is not dead yet I'm exhausted, Midas Reigniting a hunger that typically fuels those of us Still searching for something outside ourselves 'Cause this city bears violence And everybody is rushing to stop at the podium And thank for ones who loved and exploited well I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape As though I haven't risen Like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I haven't been reborn To notice that my mission is not dead yet The light at the end of the tunnel The one I have always prayed for is a train At a hundred miles per hour And it promises to break my bones if I don't stand still Rip my heart out, ambition mill or bust With my relevance in dust And I am losing the plot I am grieving the end of superwomaning I have laid down my cape As though I haven't risen Like a phoenix from a thousand deaths As though I haven't been reborn To notice that my mission is not dead As though this fame and pressure Has not dimmed the lights around my head As though my heart has not kept All my cynicism under the mattress And I can't keep it up Though the fire is not out yet I am losing the plot