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 dribble (?)
 How happy we could be
 And oh I'm (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.
 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