I had my first lucid dream,
Superheroes up my sleeves,
Floating softly off the ground,
Backwards, forwards, up then down.
Finding the time again to lose all of my friends,
And I don't have a clue what to think about you,
Dishes piling in the sink, I don't have the time to think,
All of this is falling down to a pile on the ground
I'm a little out of line,
Just let me whine,
I'm a little out of line,
By January 2nd I'll be fine
Giving cold shoulders, I can lift boulders,
Only when I am asleep (only when the puppies peep)
I don't have the right to talk, I can't deal with shuttle shock,
Chronic pain is not funny for those who have to deal with it
I'm a little out of line,
Just let me whine,
I'm a little out of line,
By January 2nd I'll be fine
I'm a little out of line,
I'm a little out of line
(All my friends are sneaking out
while Santa is asleep)