I found a picture that we took when brought in the new year, it's hard to see but I remember. You wore a co*ktail 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.