Maybe, maybe it1s the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it1s our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it1s our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it1s our looseness,
But we1re trash, you and me,
We1re the litter on the breeze,
We1re the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It1s in everything we do,
It1s in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe it1s the things we say,
The words we1ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it1s our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it1s the times we1ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it1s our sweetness,