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
