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 silhouette 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