Cutting my Fingers Off
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
Autor(es): Austin Getz