Malleable Lyrics

It's hard not to feel like life's slipping away

Sunday screams the end of days

Tricks up my sleeve no

All my cards played

Christ what a shambles

You could spend every weekday night

Thinking how it could've been better

How does it make you feel

Stretched and pulled until

I become malleable

Stretched and pulled until

I can fit into all of this empty space

Stretched and pulled until

I become malleable

Stretched and pulled until

I can fit into all of this empty space

The art of getting away but you don't get far

Call shotgun in a clown car

Pulling over

You try and parallel park

In between two bonfires

You could spit to put them out

But instead you choose to swallow

And boy it tastes bad

Stretched and pulled until

I become malleable

Stretched and pulled until

I can fit into all of this empty space

Stretched and pulled until

I become malleable

Stretched and pulled until

I can fit into all of this empty

I can fit into all of your empty

I can fit into all of this empty space