I never know if it’s day or night   I blocked out my windows, 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 virgin suicides   Thinking of when things were ok      Sometimes I don’t think I need anything more   Then a color TV and a mattress on the floor   Sometimes I wanna throw everything else away      Sometimes I wonder if the sun is outside   Sometimes I wonder if I’m even alive   Sometimes it really doesn't matter anyway