Count Your Last Blessings
Last call for regrets and defeatTo finish the bottle full of empty dreamsPunch-drunk headed straight out of lineAnother excuse with no alibiHitchin’ on the road of declineWith the no-name streets and no vital signsI pissed away the best of me and no one can help me
I’m misery’s best friend dead beat on a dead endA bag full of regrets and I’m coming cleanThe self-elect resident rejectA bad habit don’t forget that you betterCount your last blessingsI fell off the wagon I’m chasing six feetand now I’m running out of time
My hands are tied and nailed to the crossI’m looking for all the composure I lostI’m petulant with a bad attitudeA poster child vision of wasted youthI dodged the book and found the keyI can’t say the same for dignityI pissed away the best of me andNo one can help me
I’m misery’s best friend dead beat on a dead endA bag full of regrets and I’m coming cleanThe self-elect resident rejectA bad habit don’t forget that you betterCount your last blessingsI fell off the wagon I’m chasing six feetand now I’m running out of time
Now I’m my own enemyI don’t hear you nowPerfect tragedyGod bless us denial