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 screamI need to renew I start with my shoes
I buy some new high
When I fall off I cry
When you follow you dieOh, 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 threeI double myself
I trouble myselfLove, love
Love in the middle of the fire fight
Love in the middle of the fire fightLove in the middle of the fire fight
Love in the middle of the fire fight
Love, loveLove
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's something
Plastic stressLove
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's something
Plastic stressI double myself
I trouble myself
I double myself
I trouble myself
Plastic stress