TRASH <br><br><br>

Sometimes it’s lying on the beach<br>
Or down an alley at a reach<br>
Just trash, I love it<br>
Whatever people throw away<br>
I try to save for a rainy day<br>
Just trash, I love it<br><br>

You see, I wasn’t born with much<br>
Except the sun and moon and such<br>
So I live a little, carefully<br>
Trash is everything to me<br><br>

The bus’s strings and ragged ends<br>
The broken things that no one mends<br>
Just trash, I love it<br>
The schemes that only last a day<br>
The things are just too old to play<br>
Just trash, I love it<br><br>

But when my feet are wearing thin<br>
We grab the things that should have been<br>
And I settle down quite peace-a-fully<br>
Trash is everything to me<br><br>

Sometimes I think I’d like to fly<br>
Touch a star or reach the sky<br>
Trash, I love it<br>
But every dream that slips away<br>
The thing that gets me through the day<br>
Is trash, I love it<br><br>

It’s not that I don’t understand<br>
But when the great things that I plan<br>
Just get wrecked eventually<br>
Trash means everything to me