Lyrics:

I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week,
Indulging in my self-defeat.
My mind was thugged all laced and bugged, all twisted wrong and beat,
A comfortable 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 lying on the bench slide in the park across the street,
L.A.T.E.R that week.
My sticky paws were in to 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 feet.
And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come,
So I missed a million miles of fun.

Chorus

I know it's done for me - If you steal my sunshine.
Not as some and 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.