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 rejoiceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
