TV Trays
Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
Overworked and now I'm all used up
This TV haze sucks me through, I watch the world through the inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high
They fill up as I bottom out
Steering wheels watch them driving, driving with some place to go
I'd steer myself, but I don't have a route
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the TV trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little, hell, when days are slow, and I'm down inside
I'll have to go you're so little, hell, when months are slow, and I'm down inside
Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
Overworked and now I'm all used up
This TV haze sucks me through, I watch the world through the inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the TV trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little, hell, when days are slow, and I'm down inside
I'll have to go you're so little, hell, when years are slow, and I'm down inside
I'm down inside
I'm down inside
I'm down inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
This TV haze sucks me through, I watch the world through the inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high
They fill up as I bottom out
Steering wheels watch them driving, driving with some place to go
I'd steer myself, but I don't have a route
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the TV trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little, hell, when days are slow, and I'm down inside
I'll have to go you're so little, hell, when months are slow, and I'm down inside
Summer's gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
Overworked and now I'm all used up
This TV haze sucks me through, I watch the world through the inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the TV trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little, hell, when days are slow, and I'm down inside
I'll have to go you're so little, hell, when years are slow, and I'm down inside
I'm down inside
I'm down inside
I'm down inside
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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer
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