Ms. Stress is starting a petition
Ms. Stress knows what she's doing
Undressed, she takes all the love she can give
Distressed, she keeps them in a box in her head
Mirrors talk to her like she's the Bloody Mary
Radios talk to her like a special guest star
She's holding out for the love she's got to find
She looks but she finds the answers unfaithfully
She dances to the sound of her own wheezing
She's out in the garden planting wilted roses
And she's reaching to you
She's reaching to you
She's reaching out