I'd Never Plant Seeds in October

Suicide
I'm color blind
The memories in my eyes, they took all the fucking color away
Fuck my life
And fuck your vibe
It never fit with my design, I took a knife to draw the makeup on your face
And I remember you
Mr. Perfect, what it do?
You never tell the truth, that's why those emo girls don't have a clue
It's been a decade since they said I'd get my pills, I think they're past due
It's so sad, I think I'll stick to my booze, okay

You can have you're October, I'll just stick to having May yeah
All the sun and flowers, that's the month I go insane yeah
I'm not saying I enjoy it, I just like the pain yeah
I'm a catalyst, don't ask me how to die in vain bitch

The demon girl next to me loves it when I sin
And she's possessed from all her trauma, she dug the hole that I'm in
"Lucy Lucy," one more time and she might haunt the home you're in
You say you love the scare until you meet a guy from triple six

Her name's Medusa, and that's why all my friends are stoners
No I'm just kidding, I don't got friends, I'm a fucking loner
So Chelsea smile, they want jokes, I'm not the fucking joker
Said you can't see them, guess that means that you're too fucking sober

(I don't plant the seeds, I just got the tree
All the lines that you're caught between, guess it's time to read
I should know, I was wired when the world was caught on fire
At least that's the image I had in my dream)

I told you I'm a maniac
Now run it back
Memories well I don't fuck with that
Left my past with trauma that I couldn't take
I hate the xan
So fucking mad I never took one but I want it bad
It's looking at me with the issues that you laced
Don't worry
I'll never pop it, rather save up for a future with a money dance to drop and lock it
Yeah I got a plug
You might know him, diamonds and wealth, he's a demon, goes by Mammon
I might sell him all my profit

You can have you're October, I'll just stick to having May yeah
All the sun and flowers, that's the month I go insane yeah
I'm not saying I enjoy it, I just like the pain yeah
I'm a catalyst, don't ask me how to die in vain bitch

I see you made a lot of profit off of what you sold
It's too bad Mammon's greedy 'cause he wanted way more than your soul
I swear it's like my memory's erased from all my fucking woes
Where's the fastest way to hell? Well I don't fucking know

You won't miss your master 'til you're treated like gold
You won't miss your bastard 'til he's following you
Now you're running faster, disaster, I want it back
All the feelings that made your heart loathe
Matter of fact, give me everything you got, come here
I want it all, since you seem to know something I don't