Sum 41 ☆ Count Your Last Blessings

Last call for regret
and defeat
To finish the bottle
full of empty dreams
Punch strong head
that was 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
Misery’s best friend
Can’t be 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
And fill up the wagon
Chases this fee
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
So feel it
Especially the rejects
A bad habit
Don’t forget it you better
Count your last blessings
And fill up the wagon
Chases this fee
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
Misery’s best friend
Can’t be a deadend
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
And fill up the wagon
Chases this fee
And now I’m running out of time
Misery’s best friend
Can’t be a deadend
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
And fill up the wagon
Chases this fee
And now I’m running out of time