Cutting My Fingers Off

I found a picture that we took when we brought in the New Year

It's hard to see, but I remember

You wore a cocktail dress, ignored the goosebumps on your neck

The namesake of your outfit to keep you warm

You always said that every thought I had was geometric

I couldn't think outside my own lines

I hope you're alright love, I'm sorry that I wasted your time

Never had the intention to make you go, ooh oh-oh

To make you go

To make you go, to make you go

I never wanted to make you go

Well, you might be a stranger now

And I just wanted to let you know

That I meant what I said

And every dream I've ever had has been of myself

And every dream I've ever had's been of a...

Better view and a ten-month summer

Losing you was like cutting my fingers off

And even with that summer

Without you, I'd rather cut my fingers off