Testo Cutting Shapes

I could go tomorrow and see you
See your hair and see your clothes
And if you miss me too
All my friends say that's just what not to do
Oh my darling
I'm so blue

Small talk makes me die And being by your side not holding hands
Makes me want to cry
I've been there for you
Now it seems I'm my own best friend
I guess there's others too

I've got things to do
Things that don't involve cutting shapes
And making me move
I won't hold onto you
Memories shift but some things
They just stay true

Coming down from the top
Is a hard thing to do If I had some money and time
I wouldn't be here