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