Death Cab For Cutie

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 me 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
looking onto men, no ice cream man...
beaches filled with sand
while the tv trays, wasting summer days
slowly slipping away
but ur so little help
when days are slow
and i'm down inside
i'll have to go
your so little help
when mine's slow
when i'm down inside
summer's gone