Sweet Strange Dreams

Sweet strange dreams
We're not concerned with where or why we dwell
Or what happens in 2012
We're not concerned with the passing of hours
Or warring super powers
And honestly I can't think of any place I'd rather be
And honestly we can't think of any other place we'd rather be
Cause who's to say that life isn't fair or is?
And who am I to keep on being such an awful pessimist?
And who are you?
For purchasing and listening
To all of my bitchin' again
When I fail to realize that I'm alive
And my muse is every wasted bit of time
Slowly passing
Slowly passing by my mind
In my sweet strange dreams