Plastic Stress

Oh, I'm on my own, I danced to the traffic

You know that, you've been there

And oh just out of me

I'm here, I scream



I need to renew I start with my shoes

I buy some new high

When I fall off I cry

When you follow you die



Oh, I could be you, how much of you?

How much of you is true?

Sometimes I triple, how happy we could be

I'm two or three



I double myself

I trouble myself



Love, love

Love in the middle of the fire fight

Love in the middle of the fire fight



Love in the middle of the fire fight

Love in the middle of the fire fight

Love, love



Love

Everybody's waiting

Everybody's something

Plastic stress



Love

Everybody's waiting

Everybody's something

Plastic stress



I double myself

I trouble myself

I double myself

I trouble myself

Plastic stress