Steal my sunshine - remastered version Len

Tim: Hey, Matt
Matt: Yeah, Tim?
Tim: Hey, you talked to Mark lately?
Matt: Uh, haven't really talked to him, but he looks pretty, uh, down
Tim: "He looks pretty, uh, down". Yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then
Matt: What do you, uh, suppose we should do?
Tim: Well, does he like butter tarts?

I was lying on the grass of 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've 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)

Tim: Chad, come here, come here, come here!
Chad: Wow, look at her!
Tim: I know!
Chad: Wow, I've never seen Sharon look so bad before
Tim: I did once before, but this is pretty bad
Chad: Yeah, what do you think she got up to last night?
Tim: Well, I--Sharon... I love you!