Help me honey, 'cause I can't see Love's lungs are blowing tear gas at me Ambulance sirens are screaming my name And I'm all hopped up on yesterday London and Paris, why won't you help me? My tongue's in the air, my hand's on your knees I know you're married, yeah I know your pain Your finger's been strangled by a cheap promise ring I'm in a shadow of doubt With a knife pulled out X4 At your wedding reception, I started drinking
To say all the things that I had been thinking There's too many songs, and nothing to dance to; The future is putrid, and useless without you Jesus and Mary held a seance for me But I wasn't dead, I was just in Philly Now I'm on the cover of the magazine With my finger on the trigger of everything I read the bible, and I understand I was born for heaven, in the holy land X4