All of my friends, a plastic bag

Walking around, jumping the train tracks

Over the fence, veins all blackSleep on the 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

And somebody′s listening at night

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