Trash Bag

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



Credits
Writer(s): Deanna Petcoff
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