Count Your Last Blessings (Live at the studio) - Sum 41

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 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

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