Suede

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…

It’s the way you pick your clothes off the floor It’s the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It’s the t-shirts that you choose like you’re in the air force Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals Obsessions in my head don’t connect with my intellect It’s called obsession can you…

You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you And your positivity Watch out So you play where you want to play…