Testo: Chasing Victory. The Real Version Of You.

With my hands under my belt and my neck so slightly turned
The scenery's in for the fireworks
But like some shadow, you kept following me
Or like some sickness or some discomforting disease
You try to get under my skin and poison me from within

But when cities fall they build them back
Much taller than they were, is this love contagious?
Well, if you really want to know
I never felt the way you did so, oh, let this go

There's a difference to our opinions and a chemical imbalance
Terrible with boys, you're so terrible with people
You could be a killer valentine
With a broken heart and bloody knife

But I hope you never really ever go that far
Don't let this go to your head
I told you once before that there's really no good reason
You want a reason