Finish line is always moving With how the world's relating to me And any new intention I employ A Spanish subtitle in Paris I always read slightly embarrassed She liked me more than all the other boys What a bad choice 'Cause we were never standing still I loved her only out of guilt Till I died on a hill of: It wasn't cheating I swore it was an accident The second time and then again And I could write it off as spiritual teething So I convince myself these days that Jesus saves Red Bull's at the after party To celebrate him turning 20 And quoting DFW on life And I found out the morning after His sister cracked his iPhone password Messaged me with all the other guys A razor on my brother's wrist He left before they made him quit Now all your purple daises die on his birthday You tell yourself you understand He missed the mark, he missed his dad But everybody else can hear what you won't say When you asked me at his grave: What Jesus saves? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) A phone call from the LAPD To notify his closest family Before they see the footage for themselves A side effect of being born We love you, but we love them more He'll be reduced to morning prayers on a Sunday Survived by his expecting wife Who can't provide no other life Apologies as dumb as God on an ashtray Like it all just gets erased With a made-up bullshit phrase