Lyrics Count Your Last Blessings - Sum 41

Count Your Last Blessings

Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch drunk headed and straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitchin' on the road of decline
With 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 it 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 say 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
So feel it
Especially the rejects
A bad habit
Don't forget it 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 own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
My own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
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 it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
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 it you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time