Technical KnockOut

I know it's been a minute since I've placed a call.
But I had to pick myself up from when you made me fall.
It's definitely your fault that now I'm afraid of heights.
Who would have thought then, not to let this love take flight.
Like a pitbull, you sure do got a bite.
Protecting my left, as you swing with your right.
Love taps, thinking who turned out the lights.
Counting out loud but hearing them as ABC's.
Thinking how did this girl get me on my knees.
There's no doubt that you won that bout.
Now I'm training my mind that I can live without.