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

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Writer(s): Greta Kline