A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State; or, Letters from Me to Charlotte

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 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" [Chorus] Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain Shout into the wind "This'll never be the same" The 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 [Chorus] 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 sound disastrous; noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake [Chorus] 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 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 [Chorus]