Email: 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 inside Overworked and now I’m all used up    (Then just roll through the chords a time or two...) 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 Or beaches filled with sand While the TV trays wasted summer days Are slowly slipping 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 days 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 inside Overworked and now I’m all used up    Working on demand no ice-cream man Or beaches filled with sand While the TV trays wasted summer days Are slowly slipping 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 days are slow And I’m down inside        I’m down inside  x3