I swear to god I've only been to three botanicas   A holy sermon and two bars under candlelight   And I was cleansed at all but the only problem was   I can't remember anything or what the problem was      I howled in the moonlight   I drank my cupboards dry   I shined my soul to all   I sang with all my friends that night      And they sang with me too, yeah...      These are the demigods   These are the statuettes   These are the candles you put on shelf and you sell as a spell, well      That morning I woke I got to my feet   I cooked up some coffee then went back to sleep   It's just these days   These days yeah      All the money I spend is worth the trouble I find   I still miss you too much but pretend that it's fine   And all I can say   And all I can say is, yeah      These are the demigods   These are the statuettes      I scream in my sleep   I moan and I yell   I long for a potion   I ache for a spell   To rid me of this terror   These endless nights of horror   I wish I remembered   That night when I fell   You condemned the whole city   You plagued us to hell   I thought you were just joking   I swore "She must be joking,"      How could I forget   You in sunsets   Your soft sillhouette   The spell that you said      Big sunglasses   Vanilla milkshake   Cherry lipstick   The look that you gave      You summoned the ghosts   Well now you've got 'em   Your heart's cold revenge   For your head's little problems   I hope they let you sleep   So I can get some sleep   The spell books and candles   The potions in bottles   You spoke yourself ill   Despite what's in common   With your rational behavior   Sarcastic tone and nature      I wonder how I   Get so tired   When I set my   Bed on fire