Shape of Quiet

Ooh... ooh... I think we lose things long before we notice they're gone. Mmm... mmm... Some people leave in installments, you just don't notice which one was the last. Some distances are measured in things we stopped telling each other. Ooh... aah... There's a quiet with no sound left in it, a shape where you used to be. Mmm... ooh... The goodbyes that hurt the most never use the word. Ooh... mmm... There are people I no longer miss, only the life that existed around them. Ooh... Sometimes you don't miss someone. You miss being known by them. There's a quiet with no sound left in it, a shape where you used to be. Aah... mmm... There's a version of me that only shows up when you're in the room, I haven't seen her in a while. One day, without noticing, I stopped looking for you in crowds. There's a quiet with no sound left in it, a shape where you used to be. Mmm... ooh... The quiet after someone leaves has a different shape.