A E F#m Summer's gone, I overslept D D7 And woke up to the chill of fall A E F#m D D7 Overworked and now I'm all used up A E F#m This TV haze sucks me through D D7 I watch the world from inside A E F#m D D7 Overworked and now I'm all used up (Then just roll through the chords a time or two...) A E F#m D D7 Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high A E F#m D D7 They fill up as I bottom out A E F#m Steering wheels, watch them driving D D7 Driving with someplace to go A E F#m D D7 I'd steer myself but I don't have a route E F#m A# D Working on demand, no ice-cream man, E A A7 Or beaches filled with sand E F#m A# D While the TV trays, wasted summer days E A Are slowly slipping away E F#m But you're so little help A When days are slow E F#m And I'm down inside D I'll have to go E F#m You're so little help A When days are slow E F#m D D7 And I'm down inside A E F#m Summer's gone, I overslept D D7 And woke up to the chill of fall A E F#m D D7 Overworked and now I'm all used up A E F#m This TV haze sucks me through D D7 I watch the world from inside A E F#m D D7 Overworked and now I'm all used up E F#m A# D Working on demand, no ice-cream man, E A A7 Or beaches filled with sand E F#m A# D While the TV trays, wasted summer days E A Are slowly slipping away E F#m But you're so little help A When days are slow E F#m And I'm down inside D I'll have to go E F#m You're so little help A When days are slow E F#m D D7 And I'm down inside A E F#m D D7 I'm down inside x3
