Now

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

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