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 wee trash, you and me,
Wee the litter on the breeze,
Wee the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
Its in everything we do,
Its in everything we do…
Maybe, maybe its the things we say,
The words wee heard and the music we play,
Maybe its our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe its the times wee had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe its our sweetness,
But wee trash, you and me,
Wee the litter on the breeze,
Wee the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
Its in everything we do,
Its in everything we do…