CGAll of my friends live in a plastic bag walking aroundCGJumping the train tracks, over the fence, veins all blackEmDGSleep on a bench in the park on my birthdayCEmDGCall the blue lightsCEmDGCEmDGCCursed your naaame when I find I'm still awakeGCGGive me everything good, and I'll throw it awayCI wish that I could quit but I can't stand the shakesGChoking to smoke, or singing your praiseEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCBut I think there's a god and he hears either waaaaay when I rejoice and complainEmDGCEmI never know what to saaaayDGCEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCBut I think there's a god and he hears either waaaaay when I rejoice and complainEmDGCEmDGLift my vooiice that I was maaaadeCEmDGCEmDGAnd somebody's listening at night with the ghosts of my friends when I praaayCEmDGCEmDGAsking "Why did you let them leave and then make me staaay?"CEmDGCEmDGCKnow my name and all of my hideous mistakesEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCEmDGCBut I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoice. I rejoiceEmDG