Sort Of Haunted House

This house is sort of haunted
I'm not the man you wanted
It's daytime now but I dread the coming night
The stuff you kept hidden
And all the things I didn't
Laugh at me when I turn out the lights
That lawn looks a little crazy
Since you've gone I'm a little lazy
Still here your voice every time
That I come home
This man is somewhat stricken
I feel my heartbeat quicken
Smell your perfume on the mouthpiece of the phone
In my sort of haunted house
Your ghost's in every room
But I am not afraid
Because I still love you
This house is sort of haunted
I'm not the man you wanted
Scrubbed the floor but the bloodstains settled in
I didn't mean to astound you
The afternoon I found you
And I swear to god I aimed the gun at him
The judge acquitted me
I can ne'er be free
So I join you now in heaven or in hell
All will be repaired
When I step from this chair
I only pray that he's not there as well