A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show Me State; or, Letters From Me To Charlotte - Los Campesinos!

She’d bruised so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours

They kept it like a pet

A private joke;

They told no others

And how the tissue repaired

And how it turned to yellow

And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn’t match her clothing

He said «that's not yellow

It’s golden»

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

They promised they’d be best of friends from now until forever

But both were far too needy not to fall for the other

And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection left her feeling safe

Left him with an erection

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

Her body barely visible as bleach white as the bedsheets

As stiff as starched

Only perceptible as the middle was still branded with a heat rash

In the perfect shape of the Show Me State

Your come on lines sound disastrous;

Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

Letter from me to Charlotte

They appropriated everything we ever loved

And dressed it up in quotations and fluff

And I had a dream:

Though said with hand in pocket

I mean it hand on heart

You held a gun to his head

Pressed your thumbs to her throat

In these letters

Letters from me to Charlotte

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this’ll never be the same

This will never be the same

Things will never be the same again