Count Your Last Blessings

Lyrics

[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]