text: 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 cant take you dancing out on the weekend
  I figured wed 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
  Im low as a paid assassin is
  You know Im cold as a hired sword
  Im so ashamed cant we patch it up
  You know I cant think straight no more
  You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford
  Like a child when his toys been stepped on
  Thats how it all seemed to me
  I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
  And Im damned if Ill ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
  And if looks could kill then Id be a dead man
  Your friends and mine dont call no more
  Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
  Breaking ups sometimes like breaking the law