Sum 41 - Count Your Last Blessings Lyrics

Count Your Last Blessings Lyrics - Sum 41

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
Hitching 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!

Misery's best friend
Can't be a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
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

Misery's best friend
Can't be a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
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

Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
[X2]

Misery's best friend
Can't be a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
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
[X2]