I was lying on the grass
on Sunday morning
of last week
Indulging in
my self defeats
My mind was thugged,
all laced and bugged,
it's all twisted wrong
and beat. Uncomfortable
three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from
not being there on a
confusing morning week.
Impaired my tribal
lunar-speak.
And of course you can't
become if you only say
what you would have done
So I missed a
million miles of fun
I know it's up for me.
If you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in
too deep.
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and
on my feet
If you steal my sunshine
I was frying on the
bench slide in the park
across the street
L-a-t-e-r that week
My sticky paws were into
making straws out of
big fat slurpy treats
An incredible
eight foot heap
Now the funny glare
to pay a gleaming tare
in a staring under heat
Involved an
under usual feat
And I'm not only among
but I invite
who I want to come
So I missed
a million miles of fun
I know it's up for me
If you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not
in too deep.
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed
and on my feet
If you steal my sunshine
I know it's done for me
If you steal my sunshine
Not something
hard to see
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping dumb
and built to beat
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine
My sunshine
If you steal my sunshine