The Worst July on Record

It was the worst July on record
Lost a dear dear friend to cancer
Then a suicide right after
Shook the scene right to the rafters
We all huddled close together
Sweating out the liquor
Arm-in-arm, shoulder to shoulder
We sang songs about departure

There was a wrinkle in the fabric
We all say each other older
Time and space it did collapse
And I was leaning on your shoulder
And the music it was loud
Not much one could say
My sarcasm crept right in
Come on, lets watch this shitty band play

Oh distraction, the pool the beach the fire
Late nights spent talking, the early morning sun
Oh distraction, the beer the weed desire
Call your old friends, make sure they’re not alone

And the heat it was oppression
And the world was even worse
Can cops were killing in the streets
In gay clubs a massacre
And the media just loved it but it made all of us sick
All the murder of black people, trans women, the innocent

Dog-piled in a hotel room
No one sleeps alone tonight
The TV’s on, I’m kind of drunk
There’s no relief in sight
Tomorrow another memorial
Another fallen friend
All I can think, this is too much
Holy hell, just fuck this shit

Oh distraction, the pool the beach the fire
Late nights spent talking, the early morning sun
Oh distraction, the beer the weed desire
Call your old friends, make sure they’re not alone
Call your old friends, make sure they’re not alone