Plastic Stress

Oh Im on my own
I danced to the traffic
You know that, youve been there
And oh just out of me Im 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 dribble (?)
How happy we could be And oh Im (to?) all 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.
Everybodys waiting
Everybodys something
Plastic stress
Love
Everybodys waiting
Everybodys something
Plastic stress
I double myself
I trouble myself
I double myself
I trouble myself
Plastic stress