Pumpkin seed gonna get you soon.
Cous cous, kitchenware, attitude...
Nothing more than an acorn shell.
This is my October.
Shadow me accordingly.
Nothing more than a bit too fast.
Fall down, hit the ground, not meant to last.
Nothing more than I need to yell.
That this is my October.
Let me die.

Since I've been running out of empty,
All I have is candy bars and costumes to defend me.
You say, "We used to taste so sweet."
Do I look like candy?

Pumpkin seed gonna get too quick.
Cous cous, kitchenware, I'm full of shit.
Nothing more than I need to yell
That this is my October.
Shadow me accordingly.
And I never thought we'd break this ground.
Fall down, hit the ground, don't make a sound.
It's been nothing more than a big cheap thrill.
This is my October.
Let me die.

Since I've been running out of empty,
All I have is candy bars and costumes to defend me.
You say, "We used to taste so sweet."
Do I look like candy?
Like candy?

This is my October.