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