SUM 41 LYRICS

"Count Your Last Blessings"

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

{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 stay 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-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

Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect Tragedy
God bless us denial

I'm 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 that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet
and now I'm running out of...

{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

Thanks to Èric Navarro (just_about_done_@hotmail.com) for these lyrics

Thanks to Ericuda (ookouachiti@hotmail.com), Kristin, Steven H. (shuskey27@hotmail.com) for correcting these lyrics

SUM 41 LYRICS

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