If that is what you get out of these lyrics you're the sick fuck. 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 uncomfortable in 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