Trash

Maybe maybe it’s the clothes we wear
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair
Maybe it’s our kookiness
Or maybe maybe it’s our nowhere towns
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds
Maybe it’s our looseness
But we’re trash you and me
We’re the litter on the breeze
We’re the lovers on the streets
Just trash me and you
It’s in everything we do
It’s in everything we do
Maybe maybe it’s the things we say,
The words we’ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it’s our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it’s the times we’ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it’s our sweetness,
But we’re trash, you and me,
We’re the litter on the breeze,
We’re the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It’s in everything we do,
It’s in everything we do