Trash Bag Songtext
von Deanna Petcoff

Sorry, I′m a trash bag, I really wanna see you
But I got lots of shit that's going on
I′m sorry I'm pathetic, I think I need a medic
To help me put my shoes on

I'm acting kinda stupid, get used to it
′Cause I′m not put together all the time
I'm sorry I′m a trash bag, I really wanna see you
But I got too much shit that's on my mind

But I′m trying
I'm trying
I′m trying
Yeah, I'm trying


Sorry, I'm a trash bag, I really wanna see you
But I got lots of shit that′s going on
I hope you′re not too angry, I hope you still like me
When I finally put my clothes on

I think I'll do my make-up just for you
And I hope you think I′m pretty
And even though I won't go home with you
You can try to kiss me

I know you′re trying
I know you're trying
You′re still trying
A gold star for trying

And I don't want you to think about me
Don't want you to think about me, at all
And I′m sorry, I′m a trash bag