There are no ghosts in my house
I do not sit here conjuring men
I am not stitching together skin and thoughts and guts
There are no ghosts in my house
So why do I keep coming here?
Why do people keep coming here?
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
There are no ghosts in my house
What kind of man wants to hear that?
And when he does will he want to stay?
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes