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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |