"Pumpkin" lyrics - BO BURNHAM

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 the mouth once sat,
And a fire within, baking the insides.