Sum 41 – Count Your Last Blessings scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 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