Count Your Last Blessings - 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! (Help me! Help me!)

I'm misery's best friend, deadbeat 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 say the same for dignity

I pissed away the best of me and

No one can help me! (Help me! Help me!)

I'm misery's best friend, deadbeat 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

Now I'm my own enemy, I don't hear you now

Perfect tragedy, God bless us denial

I'm misery's best friend, deadbeat 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

I'm misery's best friend, deadbeat 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

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