Victor -

You made a career of composure

She needs you to steer;

she’s hungover

He needs you to hear;

listen closer

It’s time to come down

And all of the things you’ve accomplished

They cover the length of your office

Where I am the wall -- worn out, worthless

I lean on the ground

Victor, you are not who you said you

Who you said you were

When we met

Winner, you are losing your loved ones

Oh, your loved ones

Chip by chip, bet by bet

With eyes on the road, she is flying

Away from your touch, she is shying

I miss you so much, I am dying

I can’t make a sound

Oh Victor

Oh Victor

Victor, you are not who you said you

Who you said you were

When we met

Winner, you are losing your loved ones

Oh, your loved ones

Chip by chip, bet by bet

Oh Victor

You are not my father

You are not my lover

You are all the others

Oh Victor

You are not my father

You are not my lover

You are all the others