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 cliché 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 can 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 fuckedup part isthefuck edup partisth efuckedu ppartisfuckfuckfuck.