trash
Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane 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 it¹s our cheapness
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
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...