Malleable Songtext
von Petrichor

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