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-oh 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 a Better view and 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