Well, 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

Or 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 streets

Just trash, me and you

It's in everything we do

It's in everything we do

We're trash, you and me

We're the lovers on the streets

We're the litter on the breeze

Just trash, me and you

It's in everything we do

It's in everything we do

Trash, you and me

(You and me, yeah)

We're the lovers on the streets

(You and me, yeah)

We're the litter on the breeze

Just trash, me and you

(You and me, yeah)

It's in everything we do

(You and me, yeah)

It's in everything we do

Trash, you and me

(You and me, yeah)