In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch drunk head is 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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
And now I'm running out of time
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch drunk head is 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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
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
Some feel it, especially the rejects
A bad habit; don't forget it: you better
Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon
Chases its feet
And now I'm running out of time
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Love it! One of my favs on the album... Im not really sure what its about but it kinda seems like Deryck is seeing he needs to change himself because hes seeing that its wrong, or that its going to hurt him[?]. I'm not really sure.