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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
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
Lyrics submitted by heartattack
Track duration: 04:02
"TV Trays" as written by Benjamin Gibbard, Nicholas Harmer
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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I feel that the entire song is about wanting more out of life than just a 9-5 job that most of us have...
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
I try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin
and move it from the front to back and start it, go again
but the depression and time breed and multiply
and I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
it in this auto
you go have a good time
bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind
so punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down
against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town
as the depression and time breed and multiply
'til i've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
fit in this auto
you go have a good time
bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind
thats the story of a boy who tried to play it cool
but found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules
and the depression and time breed and multiply
'til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
fit in this auto
you go have a good time
bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.
"you're so little help" not "you're so little, hell"