Like a corn in a field I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend I figured we'd painted too much of this town And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon And I knew then I had lost what should have been found I knew then I had lost what should have been found
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford I'm low as a paid assassin is You know I'm cold as a hired sword I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up You know I can't think straight no more You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford
Like a child when his toy's been stepped on That's how it all seemed to me I burst the bubble that both of us lived in And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man Your friends and mine don't call no more Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law
