Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deryck Whibley
Guitar
Jason McCaslin
Bass Guitar
Steve Jocz
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deryck Whibley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deryck Whibley
Producer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Fuller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Johns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Doug McKean
Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk, headed straight outta 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
[Verse 2]
Misery's best friend, dead beat on dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm comin' clean
Self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit, don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings and fell off the wagon
I'm chasin' six feet and now I'm runnin' out of time
[Verse 3]
My hands are tied and nailed to the cross
I'm lookin' 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
[Verse 4]
Misery's best friend, dead beat on dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm comin' clean
Self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit, don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings and fell off the wagon
Chasin' six feet and now I'm runnin' out of time
[Verse 5]
Now I'm 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
[Verse 6]
Misery's best friend, dead beat on dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm comin' clean
Self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit, don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon
Chasin' six feet and now I'm runnin' out of time
[Verse 7]
Misery's best friend, dead beat on dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm comin' clean
Self-elect, resident reject
A bad habit, don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings and fell off the wagon
I'm chasin' six feet and now I'm runnin' out of time
Written by: Deryck Whibley