All of my friends live in a plastic bag
Walking around, jumping the train tracks
Over a fence, veins all black
Sleep on a bench in the park
On my birthday
Call the blue lights
Curse 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 to smoke, or singing your praise
But I think there's a God and He hears either way
And 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
With the ghosts of my friends when I pray
And ask You, "Why did You let them leave
And then force me to stay?"
But I rejoice anyway
I rejoice either way