hand me down

we're left with the scraps you throw away.
give us the shit you no longer like.
leave it in the gutter 'til it washes away.

miles away, it drifts over to us,
floating on down, we pick it up.

we all seem to thrive off the driftwood of life.

that's all we have, no change for better.

Hand Us Down,
Slough Us Off,
We Don't Mind,
We Like Your Trash.