Letters From Me To Charlotte (RSVP)

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