Rejoice

All of my friends live in a 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, and I'll throw it away

I wish I could quit but I can't stand the shakes

Choking to smoke, or singing your praise

But I think there's a God and He hears either way

When I rejoice

And complain

I never know what to say

But I think there's a God and He hears either way

When 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