The Gardener
That look in your eyes
Petrifies me
The radiant smile
Couldn't do a damn thing
Are you the same?
One might say you've changed
An absence of guilt
Is leading your course
You're offering pity
Devoid of remorse
Well don't delay
I know you've got a lot of ground to break
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
Running from truth
Recycling your lies
You can't be a victim
And an offender at the same time
Will you be asked
To remove that awful mask
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
So you're obeying your own rules
To show your etiquette to all the fools
How could they resist you
What a way to finally get you down
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
Petrifies me
The radiant smile
Couldn't do a damn thing
Are you the same?
One might say you've changed
An absence of guilt
Is leading your course
You're offering pity
Devoid of remorse
Well don't delay
I know you've got a lot of ground to break
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
Running from truth
Recycling your lies
You can't be a victim
And an offender at the same time
Will you be asked
To remove that awful mask
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
So you're obeying your own rules
To show your etiquette to all the fools
How could they resist you
What a way to finally get you down
I'd fight for your time
Your clock is just slightly off from mine
It's hard to hear
You're getting old
Compete and sow seeds
If you wanted a garden
Don't bury the weeds
You're finding diamonds
And I'm seeing mold
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Writer(s): Maxwell Eve
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