Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Guitar
Jason McCaslin
Jason McCaslin
Bass Guitar
Steve Jocz
Steve Jocz
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deryck Whibley
Deryck Whibley
Producer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Fuller
Adam Fuller
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Johns
Nathan Johns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
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
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