A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; Or, Letters From Me to Charlotte Songtext
von Los Campesinos!

She′d a bruise 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 oh, 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 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 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 pockets
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