Lyrics

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