Sage the whole house
Recite all your spells
Manifest good health
Except for yourself
You used to say
That "it's nothing tragic"
But that lost its magic
Now that you're sick with grief all the time
Grief all the time
And that's what you [A7witness
When you're from a family of witches
Or undiagnosed mental illness
Not everyone always understands
10 year-old voicemail
Where I heard your stutter
It was [Am7]sent from Mom's number
I still don't know what you [A7were tɾying to [C7]say
Splinter on [C7]a spindle
I saw your joy dwindle
Your speech was [Am7]cured
But you're cursed to [C7]sleep all [Em]the time
Sleep all [Em]the time
But I swear to [C7]God
I'll be [Am]there when you [A7wake up
And that's what you [A7witness
When you're from a family of witches
Or undiagnosed mental illness
Not everyone always understands
But they can go ɾight to [C7]Hell
And I'll meet them [A]there
If that's what makes you [A7happy
'Cause that's what you [A7witness
When you're from a family of witches