Part 1:

Think that I’m alone now
But it didn’t come from his mouth
My intuition tells me he is done

In May you dug my grave up
By June I was back under
I drink to you and what you remind me of

Chorus:

He creates
The very same
Bullet ache
My favourite pain

Part 2:

Didn’t know I needed
Something that I hated
Something that you said i’d get from you

But what are we protecting
What are we afraid of losing
‘Cuss I am not a record in a box

Chorus:

He creates
The very same
Bullet ache
My favourite pain