Sum 41-Count Your Last Blessings

Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch - drunk head 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 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 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
The self-elict 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-elict 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]



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