Malleable Lyrics

You're the last thing I need, the first thing I want

You're a bad choice and I'm not backed into a corner

But I'd choose you every time

I feel like that's just self-loathing

Maybe rationality isn't outside my grasp

But you're beyond description and I'm sober enough

You can mold me, go on

I'll be your clay, your play dough

I'll be your lapdog, use me, go on

I'll be your Friday night, your Sunday morning

Mold me, sculpt me go on

I might just be malleable for you

I'm willing under my own scrutiny

I'll test myself my own capacity

You're everything wrong for me

But everything I long for me

You're a top gear repeat in the sea of Daytime TV

My guilty pleasure why do I let myself believe

I guess that's why I'll let you

mold me, go on

I'll be your clay, your play dough

I'll be your lapdog, use me, go on

I'll be your Friday night, your Sunday morning

Mold me, sculpt me go on

Perhaps I need that wound

I guess ill float down that stream for you

Ill bend my ductile tissue

I am your ballerina

You're the prettiest way I hurt myself