Found your jacket in the backseat dust,
Still smells like smoke and both of us.
I don’t call, but I still rehearse,
Every word that could’ve been worse.

Left my peace in your old drawer,
Took my guilt but I wanted more.
We were holy in our own mistakes,
Now I see ghosts where the silence wakes.

They don’t scare, they just remind,
Some love outlives the state of mind.

Ghosts with good intentions,
Still show up in my reflections.
They don’t harm, they just hum low,
Singin’ songs from years ago.
Ghosts with good intentions,
I made peace, but not redemption.

I hear laughter in the floorboard creaks,
The echo’s better than the speech.
Even pain had softer days,
Before the fade, before the gray.

Got a heart like a worn-out house,
Full of names I can’t throw out.
Every room’s still candle-lit,
Every ghost just lives in it.

They don’t mean to drag me back,
They just fill what I still lack.

Ghosts with good intentions,
Still show up in my reflections.
They don’t harm, they just hum low,
Singin’ songs from years ago.
Ghosts with good intentions,
I made peace, but not redemption.

Not every haunting needs a cure,
Some reminders just endure.
I light a match, they fade, they glow,
I don’t chase — I let them go.

Ghosts with good intentions,
Fadin’ slow through recollection.
They don’t scare, they just stay true,
Holdin’ mirrors I look through.
Ghosts with good intentions,
Leavin’ light where I once flew.