She did advise, take it slow, or you will shatter

and i said
i'm not too ready, to fall apart
i've forgotten all my lines
the words that flow so freely now
are strictly improvised

It's all about the plastic words
and don't you fit the mould so well
you're just breaking the ice
breaking the ice

You're trying to bring me back down to earth
but i'm not welcome there anyway
I've found a new way of surviving
And you're not invited

It's all about the plastic words
and don't you fit the mould so well
you're just breaking the ice
breaking the ice

Somtimes i think to myself
Is it me, in the wrong?

It's all about the plastic words
and don't you fit the mould so well
well you're just breaking the ice
breaking the ice