["jesse, our crazy indian roommate, got some glue in his mouth while he was missing his dog (which we called kid) who never came back; but it's like me because i don't take anything too seriously because there's nothing good or bad that saying doesn't make it so -- nothing so heavy as to keep the sun from coming up, nothing matters and even if it did, it wouldn't matter -- life is a comedy for those who think, a tragedy for people who feel; both for me."]

I'd like to think that i'm important
I'd like to think i count for something
Please tell me it's not vanity, 'cause

Sun comes up, yeah
It comes up every morning
Sun keeps shining
Yeah, with or without me
Sun comes up, yeah
It comes up every morning

Did i forget and leave the lights on?
Are these the right words for song?
It doesn't matter much to me, 'cause

Sun comes up yeah
It comes up every morning
Sun keeps shining
With or without me
Sun comes up, yeah
It comes up every morning

Tell me i won't be forgotten
Yeah, lie to me, the truth is rotten
Please cater to my sanity, 'cause

Sun comes up yeah
It comes up every morning
Sun keeps shining
Oh, with or without me
Sun come upstairs
It comes up every morning

Numbed a few, yet warmed the many
I numbed a few, yet warmed the many
Just another of too many
Numbed a few, yet warmed the many
Just another of too many

Hell, i know that i'm not important
And i don't care or count for nothing
I know it's all my vanity, yeah
It's my vanity

Sun comes up, yeah
It comes up every morning
The sun keeps shining
With or without me
Sun come upstairs
It comes up every morning
It keeps on rising, keep on shining
With or without me
Oh, with or without me
With or without me