Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve walked into places where no one looked up,
Where the silence was thick and the coffee half-full.
I’ve taken the seat in the corner alone,
Tried to look busy, tried to look dull.
I’ve smiled at the backs of heads and screens,
I’ve made small talk with air.
But there’s a weight to being half-seen,
Like a ghost with perfect hair.

[Verse 2]
I’ve been nodded at, waved through,
Tolerated like noise in a room.
I’ve been the pause between two thoughts,
I’ve been the friend whose name is assumed.
But I know the moment the real ones arrive—
You feel it before they speak.
It’s the smile that breaks without warning,
And the space they make when they see you’re weak.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not a favor, it’s not a role,
Not pity dressed in polite control.
It’s a shift of the body, not the mind—
A silent “yes” you don’t have to find.

[Chorus]
They smile—and the whole room bends.
They scoot—and the ache just ends.
They don’t say, “How’ve you been?” out of script,
They just make a place, and that’s the gift.
No rush, no fix, no grand parade—
Just the quiet truth of the room they made.
That’s how I know love still breathes—
A flash of the smile, a softening seat.

[Verse 3]
Some folks mean well, but hold you tense.
You feel like a guest in your own defense.
You measure your words, your volume, your pace,
Worried your presence might be out of place.
But then—there’s them. The few, the kind,
Who don’t ask you to shrink or rewind.
They don’t flinch when you falter or ramble or cry—
They just make a little room and say, “Sit by my side.”

[Bridge]
No spotlight, no stage,
No clever applause.
Just a sigh from the soul that says:
“Stay. Because.”
And you know it’s real, ‘cause your shoulders fall,
And your story doesn’t feel so small.

[Chorus – repeat, fuller]
They smile—and it catches your breath.
They scoot—and they cancel your death.
Not the one in your body,
But the kind in your day,
Where you wondered if you mattered
In any real way.
No speech, no script, no saving grace—
Just the soft revolution of smile and space.

[Outro]
So if you see me someday, slouched and unsure,
Don’t hand me courage—just open a door.
Flash that smile like a secret sign,
And scoot, just a little, like you’ve got time.
And I’ll sit—
Because you meant it.
And that’s more than most.
That’s how love leaves a ghost.