时间：2010-07-19
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Letters From Me To Charlotte (RSVP) - 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.
