Ozone Lap

[Verse 1]
One lap 'round the St. Roch cemetery gates, phone burns a hole in my palm.
It's quarter-past July on a Tuesday, tryna find a pocket of calm.
Air gets thick, tastes like copper penny rust 'fore the lightning cracks the sky,
Got your name up on the screen, Adele, I'm rehearsin' the alibi.
This whole city is a low-pressure system, sittin' heavy on my chest,
Every step on this broken pavement is a failed atmospheric test.
The condensation on my water bottle paints a map of what went wrong,
I just trace it with my thumb and keep this dumb internal monologue goin' on and on.

[Chorus]
(Lead vocal by Vocalist 2)
One more block then I'm ready,
Air gets thick and the hands get sweaty.
Just one more lap to hold it steady,
Before the sky gets heavy.

[Verse 2]
Humidity sticks my shirt to my back like a second-guessin' skin,
Remember you said, "I hate the summer here, don't know where the storm begins."
It begins right here. The wind shifts south, carryin' the smell of the drain.
I got a hundred different openin' lines all washin' out in the potential rain.
Your last text from Sunday was just a question mark that's hangin' in the haze,
Been composin' a response to it for two damn miserable days.
I could tell you that the bar was slammed, I could tell you that my phone was dead,
But the truth is a barometer droppin' fast inside my head.

[Chorus]
(Lead vocal by Vocalist 2)
One more block then I'm ready,
Air gets thick and the hands get sweaty.
Just one more lap to hold it steady,
Before the sky gets heavy.

[Bridge]
(Lead vocal by Vocalist 1)
I stop walkin' under a gas lamp that's buzzin' a nervous sound.
Yeah, the sky is bruised and purple. No more laps. I'm spinning 'round.

[Outro]
(Lead vocal by Vocalist 2)
Before the sky gets heavy...
...heavy...