The spaces in between my fingers
Empty passenger side, empty drawers
This place is quiet where you linger
A hollow outline of a shape like yours
I don't do well without you
Just lines to trace
Somebody tell me what do I do
With this negative space
Your silhouette in every shadow
Edges of you that still cut me deep
Press my bruises so that I know
The sweetness hiding in the vacancy
I don't do well without you
Just lines to trace
Somebody tell me what do I do
With this negative space
Trying to fill it just left me worse off
Sit in the ache until even it's gone
I don't do well without you
Just lines to trace
Somebody tell me what do I do
With this negative space
