Sinister

My soul is not like a waterpark It's big but surprisingly dark It's not as forgivable as you once thought You'd still be here if it really was You really were a pile of rocks On some planet so far off How long do we even sit It's good I can't remember it Sometimes I get sinister Can't always be like Arthur Sometimes I just feel sinister Can't always turn to Arthur New Mexico where I ran to And closed my eyes and thought of you And all the time we weren't friends The parked car we made out against So you went home and shut me out And I grew up backseats and mouths And there ensued some other shit I'm glad I don't remember it Sometimes I get sinister Can't understand Arthur Sometimes I just feel sinister Can't always be like Arthur