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