Botanicas

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