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