Glue Mouth Kid

["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