

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] She packs the dishes After everyone’s gone upstairs Counts the plates, the little chips Like they’re proof she was ever there Birthday cards on the fridge Her name smudged in the corner ink All those smiles in crooked frames Skip her face, she starts to sink [Chorus] I’m the oldest one left out Quiet in a crowded house Waving from a window No one ever turns around I just want a soft place Somebody to say my name Hold me like I won’t break Hold me like I’m not a mistake [Verse 2] She learned to tie her laces From a book she found one fall Fever dreams and empty rooms She taught herself to crawl Wore her A’s like armor Thought the gold would make them stay All she got was “You’ll be fine” And backs already turned away [Chorus] I’m the oldest one left out Quiet in a crowded house Waving from a window No one ever turns around I just want a soft place Somebody to say my name Hold me like I won’t break Hold me like I’m not a mistake [Bridge] If I fall apart tonight Would anyone notice the sound? (would you?) If I disappeared from sight Would you ever look around? I keep setting extra cups At a table built for two Hoping one small, simple touch Might finally pull me through [Chorus] I’m the oldest one left out Quiet in a crowded house Waving from a window No one ever turns around I just want a soft place Somebody to stay this time Love me like I won’t break Love me like I’m worth the fight [Outro] She washes one last glass Lets the water hide her eyes Leaves the kitchen light on For a love that never arrives
Tags
jazz, Slow, smoky jazz ballad with brushed drums, upright bass, and soft piano chords; female vocals close to the mic, intimate and fragile. Saxophone answers vocal phrases with mournful fills. Verses stay sparse and hushed, chorus swells slightly with thicker piano voicings and subtle string pad. Final chorus drops almost a cappella before a tender sax outro., sad
3:59
No
2/9/2026