Cutting My Fingers Off

I found a picture that we took when 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 name sake 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, and I'm sorry that I wasted your time Never had the intention to make you go To make you go To make you go, to make you go, I never wanted to make you go 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 Better view with a ten month summer Losing you is like cutting my fingers off And even with that summer Without you I'd rather cut my fingers off