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Sum 41
Count Your Last Blessings

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
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!)

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet, and now I'm running out of time

[Verse 2]
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!)
[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet, and now I'm running out of time

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet, and now I'm running out of time
[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon
I'm chasing six feet, and now I'm running out of time

[Instrumental Outro]