The Alarmist (Amperland, NY)

You left gleaming
A green rectangle around the door
Please be careful
What you wish for
I whisper to myself
Then I'm spinning it half around
Like an echo
A faraway sound

Saying be good to me
Be good to me

Marigold in the garden
My heart is out in the garbage
I am being
An alarmist
'Cause for as far as I see
Is terrible territory
And there's no one
To reassure me
So it would be good to talk
For my sanity
Now do what you feel like you gotta do
But be good to me

When you walk away
You still exist and I feel good knowing it
If it hurts me
Why'd I rely so much on in the first place?
If it's happening
Then why's this feeling taking over me?
Can I believe
In the me before I knew you beautifully?
Can I believe
In the me before I knew you beautifully?
Can I believe
In the me before I'm lost on yesterday?
Can I believe
In the me before I knew you beautifully?