Текст песни 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

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

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

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...

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