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