Negative Space

It's in the lack of tone
 It's hard to find the ones you've missed
 It's in the lack of colour
 It's hard to find the ones you've missed
 It's in the resignation
 It's hard to find the ones you've missed
 It's in the changes & the spaces
 You'll find you lose the ones you've missed
 You had to set his face on fire
 To call for help
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 It's the sin of missing days
 You'll find you lose the ones you've missed
 It's in the eyes of those who still insist
 You'll find you lose the ones you've missed
 It's in the bruises on her wrist
 You'll find you lose the ones you've missed
 It's in the eyes of disbelieving mothers
 You'll see the fates of those you've missed
 You had to set his house on fire
 To call for help
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 I saw the lack of tone & colour
 You'll see the fate of those you've missed
 I saw the resignation & the bruises
 You'll see the fate of those you've missed
 She insisted she was to blame for all of this
 You'll see the fate of those you've missed
 I screamed at your disbelieving mother
 And then we lost the one we'd missed
 You had to set yourself on fire
 To call for help