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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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