All of my friends, a plastic bag
Walking around, jumping the train tracks
It's over the fence, veins all black
Sleep on a bench in the park on my birthday
Call the blue lights
Cursed your name
When I find I'm still awake
Give me everything good
I'll throw it away
I wish I could quit but I can't stand the shakes
Choking smoke, singing your praise
But I think there's a god and he hears either way
I rejoice, and complain
I never know what to say
But I think there's a god and he hears either way
And I rejoice, and complain
Lift my voice, that I was made
Somebody's listening at night
The ghosts of my price when I pray
Asking, "why did you let them leave
And then make me stay?"
Know my name and all of my hideous mistakes
I rejoice, I rejoice
I rejoice, I rejoice