I swear to god I've only been to three botanicasnA holy sermon and two bars under candlelightnAnd I was cleansed at all but the only problem wasnI can't remember anything or what the problem wasnnI howled in the moonlightnI drank my cupboards drynI shined my soul to allnI sang with all my friends that nightnnAnd they sang with me too, yeah...nnThese are the demigodsnThese are the statuettesnThese are the candles you put on shelf and you sell as a spell, wellnnThat morning I woke I got to my feetnI cooked up some coffee then went back to sleepnIt's just these daysnThese days yeahnnAll the money I spend is worth the trouble I findnI still miss you too much but pretend that it's finenAnd all I can saynAnd all I can say is, yeahnnThese are the demigodsnThese are the statuettesnnI scream in my sleepnI moan and I yellnI long for a potionnI ache for a spellnTo rid me of this terrornThese endless nights of horrornI wish I rememberednThat night when I fellnYou condemned the whole citynYou plagued us to hellnI thought you were just jokingnI swore She must be joking,nnHow could I forgetnYou in sunsetsnYour soft sillhouettenThe spell that you saidnnBig sunglassesnVanilla milkshakenCherry lipsticknThe look that you gavennYou summoned the ghostsnWell now you've got 'emnYour heart's cold revengenFor your head's little problemsnI hope they let you sleepnSo I can get some sleepnThe spell books and candlesnThe potions in bottlesnYou spoke yourself illnDespite what's in commonnWith your rational behaviornSarcastic tone and naturennI wonder how InGet so tirednWhen I set mynBed on fire