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
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