Rejoice

(альбом: Sprained Ankle - 2015)

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 that 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
But I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice