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I never know if it's day or night I blocked out my window, no natural light But I don't really care about it anyway I never really get to see the sun Either I'm in my room or I'm working But I don't really care about that sort of thing You and headaches keep my up all night The drive by truckers, and the virgin suicides Thinking of when things were ok Sometimes I don't think I need anything more Than a color TV and a mattress on the floor Sometimes I wanna throw everything else away Sometimes I wonder if the sun is outside And sometimes I wonder if I'm even alive And if it really even matters anyway From Letras Mania