You Made Me Want To Be a Saint

It was how Dave said "us" Like the last three years had never happened It was how George walked down and threw dirt onto the casket It was how I know you would want this to be a fast one And not some cliche ballad I'm slowing down in the August air A heavy heart and shaking hands carried you up here I buried half of a decade there It was the better part You'd catch the reference if only you could hear Because I still hear you in the bass drum beat after "I'll Catch You" I'm left wondering if you meant anything when you typed out "You never got me down, Ray. I never went down" You know the fucked up part is I kind of always knew we'd have to write a song about this You know the fucked up part is I had my fingers crossed that it wouldn't be for you, kid You know the fucked up part is It's been months, and I still have nightmares You know the fucked up part is I'm never going back there You know the fucked up part is The fucked up part is The fucked up part is The fucked up part is Fuck (See you brother)