Bo Burnham - Pumpkin lyrics
[Bo Burnham - Pumpkin lyrics]
Someone carved a face in that pumpkin
And now it's perched on a stoop, grinning
With the same sinister grin the
Carver must have had when he carved it
And everything I recognize as expressive
(the triangular eyes, that big toothy smile)
Is marked by a lack of pumpkin
A red face of dead space
And now I'm seeing just the opposite
I see two spots where the eyes should be
An open wound where thе mouth once sat
And a fire within, baking the insidеs
And now it's perched on a stoop, grinning
With the same sinister grin the
Carver must have had when he carved it
And everything I recognize as expressive
(the triangular eyes, that big toothy smile)
Is marked by a lack of pumpkin
A red face of dead space
And now I'm seeing just the opposite
I see two spots where the eyes should be
An open wound where thе mouth once sat
And a fire within, baking the insidеs