Found the photos from the summer you had really shaped me
Sixteen, getting high driving in my Buick Century
After all this time, you still feel safe to me, feel safe to me
Hot day in July, sun in our eyes, but you and I were free
Touring canals around our city
Most famed for the debauchery of its youth
You got the call that he was gone, murder in the first degree
Disappeared for days without a phone, without a warning
Cruel are all the ways the world will give you life, unraveling
Hot as hell, July, sun in our eyes, there's no escaping
That was the last year that you spoke to me