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
