All of my friends, plastic bag
Walking around, jumping the train tracks
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 'n 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
I rejoice and complain
Lift my voice, that I was made
And somebody's listening at night
With the ghosts of my friends 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