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...



或许是因为我们的衣着

我们粗俗的手镯和发色

或许是因为我们的装疯卖傻

或许是因为我们到处晃荡

我们的懒散我们的松懈我们的刺耳 

或许是因为我们的无事可做



我们是废物，

你和我都是废物

我们是风中飞舞的垃圾

我们是街头游荡的情侣

我们是废物

你和我都是废物

所作所为无一不是垃圾



或许是因为我们的腔调

我们热衷的音乐和措辞

或许是因为我们如此一文不值

或许是因为我们来日太多

我们的颓废我们的疯迷我们的狂热

或许是因为我们的亮丽甜蜜



我们是废物

你和我都是废物

我们是风中飞舞的垃圾

我们是街头游荡的情侣