Trash

maybe, maybe its the clothes we wear,
the tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
maybe its our kookiness,
or maybe, maybe its our nowhere towns,
our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
maybe its our looseness,
but were trash, you and me,
were the litter on the breeze,
were the lovers on the streets,
just trash, me and you,
its in everything we do,
its in everything we do...
or maybe, maybe its the things we say,
the words weve heard and the music we play,
maybe its our cheapness,
or maybe, maybe its the times weve had,
the lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
maybe its our sweetness,
but were trash, you and me,
were the litter on the breeze,
were the lovers on the streets,
just trash, me and you,
its in everything we do,
its in everything we do...

were trash, you and me,
were the lovers on the streets,
were the litter on the breeze,
just trash, me and you,
its in everything we do,
its in everything we do...