作词 : Isaac Sakima
 作曲 : Isaac Sakima
 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
 He creates
 The very same
 Bullet ache
 My favourite pain
 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
 He creates
 The very same
 Bullet ache
 My favourite pain
 He creates
 The very same
 Bullet ache
 My favourite pain