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 from the inside
Overworked, and I'm 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 someplace 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 help, when days are slow
And I'm down inside, I'll have to go
You're so little help, 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 from 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 help, when days are slow
And I'm down inside, I'll have to go
You're so little help, when years are slow
And I'm down inside
Writer/s: Ben Gibbard / Christopher Walla / Nick Harmer
