Hey matt, yeah tim, hey have you talked to mark lately?
uhh, i havent really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down
ha ha ha, he looks pretty, uh, down
yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then
what do you, uh, suppose we should do?
well, does he like butter tarts?

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last weekIndulging in my self-defeatMy mind was thugged all laced and bugged all twisted wrong and beatA comfortable three feet deepNow the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning weakImpaired my tribal lunar-speakAnd of course you can't become if you only say what you would have doneSo I missed a million miles of fun
I know it's up for meIf you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deepIf you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
Check, c'mere c'mere, c'mere
wow, look at her
i know
i've never seen sharon look so bad before
i did once before, but this is pretty bad
yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
ha ha ha
well, i, karen i love you

I was lying on the bench slide in the park across the street
l-a-t-e-r that weekMy sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treatsAn incredible eight foot heapNow the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat
Involved an under usual feetAnd I'm not only among but I invite who I want to comeSo I missed a million miles of fun
I know it's up for meIf you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deepIf you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
I know it's done for meIf you steal my sunshine
Not as some and hard to seeIf you steal my sunshine
Keeping dumb and built to beatIf you steal my sunshine

My SunshineIf you steal my sunshine