A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show Me State
Los Campesinos!
She bruised so black
They watched it fade through the full spectrum of colors
They kept it like a pet or private joke they told no others
And oh, oh,
How the tissue repaired
Then how it turned to yellow
She found it disgusting cause it didn't match her clothing
He said that it'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
They 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 her middle was still branded
With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show Me State
Your come-on lines are 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
I had a dream: [though said with hands 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