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
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, in the gun of Robert Ford
Like a child when his toys
have 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
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