A SOUTHERN SALSA WITH THE GRIMM REAPER

I try to write songs... here's one.

A SOUTHERN SALSA WITH THE GRIMM REAPER
threw you away
to make sure you meant more to me
dismantling my dreams
to find the value of the individual pieces
i covered them up
with the dirt of the cemetery
i waited for days

sun and the water and the fertilizer
wind and the rain and the dark horizon
the fullest moon and the coldest dew
when the sun rose up i was looking at you
i grabbed you by the bulb and cut away your roots
i never shoulda, never coulda, neveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer knew.

i ran backwards then
to keep the sandstorm from my eyes
my only friend
was wearing the horns of the devil's disguise
i took my time
trigger, trigger, finger, finger didn't agree
i shot him in the eye

CHO:

breathing so hard
that the wind couldn't touch me
dodged every drop
of the rain from the angry sky
felt a cold hand
on my shoulder and i stopped on a dime
Grimm reaper said, "boy it's your time"

CHO:

i kept my smile
i relaxed and i kept my cool
pulled back my hair
i said, Grimm, don't be a fool.
i never died
that girl didn't break my heart
she never loved me from the start

sun and the water and the fertilizer
wind and the rain and the dark horizon
the fullest moon and the coldest dew
when the sun rose up i was looking at you
i grabbed you by the bulb and cut away your roots
i never shoulda, never coulda, never knew it was my heart
it was my heart, it was my heart
it was my heart, it was my heart
that girl never stole my heart