Sum41 - Count your Last Blessings текст песни

Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed 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!
(Help me! Help me!)

Misery's best friend (Let!)
Dead beat on dead end (Go!)
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
Self-elect resident reject (Let go!)
A bad habit
Don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
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
(Help me! Help me!)

Misery's best friend (Let!)
Dead beat on dead end (Go!)
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
Self-elect resident reject (Let go!)
A bad habit
Don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
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
(denial, denial)

Misery's best friend (Let!)
Dead beat on dead end (Go!)
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
Self-elect resident reject (Let go!)
A bad habit
Don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
Chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time

Misery's best friend (Let!)
Dead beat on dead end (Go!)
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
Self-elect resident reject (Let go!)
A bad habit
Don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
Chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time