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 up How long did 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 A 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
