Sum 41 - Count Your Last Blessings Lyrics
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Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitichin' on the road of decline
With the no-name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and no one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
My hands are tied and nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure i lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't stay the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect Tragedy
God bless us denial
[x2]
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
[x2]
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitichin' on the road of decline
With the no-name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and no one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
My hands are tied and nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure i lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't stay the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect Tragedy
God bless us denial
[x2]
I'm misery's best friend dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of time
[x2]
