Victory Lap

Love to me is Jealousy,
I want to fear, what is on your phone,
So, let’s be done with solitude,
And settle down in a panic room.

I poured my heart, to load that pistol.
You let it burst,
We were on the run.
You stole the wheel babe,
And I held your gun.

All I’ve been dreaming of
Is holding you like my breath.

But I'll hold my pride to say,
You are my great escape.
So cutthroat, baby don't dry the blade,
And I won't hold you to that place.