Trash

Trash                                                                                 
Maybe maybe it’s the clothes we wear
The tasteless races 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 selves
Maybe it’s our looseeness

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

Oh maybe maybe it’s the things we say
The words we’ve heard and the music we play
Maybe it’s our genus
Oh 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 streets
Just trash me and you
It’s in everything we do
It’s in everything we do...