When did we become this toss out generation Where the relationships we have We toss onto the pile before us Growing ever higher with no regret
If what we have between us Is treated like trash along the way That we litter our lives with What about us does that say
With the time we spend texting friends Instead of time spent face to face We trash that bit of intimacy That won't soon be replaced
We need this more than not That feeling of the human touch Something of which there is not enough Giving hope and giving love
And we wonder why another failed relationship Is added to the pile You hope you'll eventually feel better about yourself Though it may take a little while
I think the worst about us though Is how we treat ourselves If we don't stand up for ourselves in love How can we expect it from anyone else
We try not and let it bother us Hoping for happiness in the end In this now toss out generation Always searching for a trash bin