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