Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guard
Performer
Joel Gardner
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Fergusson
Producer
Riverine
Producer
Lyrics
All your words are feeling like pesticide
When you let me win you won't let it slide
Yeah I get the feeling you won't testify
You won't testify, probably best to hide
Now the walls are bleeding and the room is spinning
Got me on your axis spraying your graffiti
Yeah I get the feeling you won't testify
You won't testify your love
When the heat kicks in and the shame is gone
I'll be on my own
Always on my own
All the things we planned didn't mean a thing
You'll go back to him
I don't wanna be in the grave
Wishing that I loved you harder
Wishing that I stole your gaze
From motherfuckers who would try to change you
I don't wanna be in your game
I'm not another weed in your garden
Wearing all my grief like a curse
Waking from a dream to a coma
Running out of words for the verse
Lucky i'm a moth to the drama
I don't really see red flags
I wave them down
I'll gas you up
Like you're some messiah
I can take you higher
Fuck you in the shower
Make you feel inspired to lead me on
When the heat kicks in and the shame is gone
I'll be on my own
I don't wanna be in the grave
Wishing that I loved you harder
Wishing that I stole your gaze
From motherfuckers who would try to change you
I don't wanna be in your game
I'm not another weed in your garden
Wearing all my grief like a curse
Waking from a dream to a coma
Waking from a dream to a coma
Can we do one more?
Written by: Joel Gardner