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