"TRASH". S U E D E.

TRASH

Maybe maybe it's the clothes we wear

The tasteless bracelets 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 sounds

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 it's our cheapness,

Or 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 street,

Just trash, me and you,

It's in everything we do,

It's in everything we do...