Plastic

I know what it is to be broken and be bold Tell you that my silver is gold Though we're much too old for make believe And I know what it's like to behold and not be held Funny how a stomach unfed Seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen And you caught me Shootin' cross the sky like a star But nobody told me To never let it get too far You see my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me Can I tell you a secret? My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic Oh, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made up And so am I