All Of My Reasons Are Distractions

Jenny is like any other insect
She sucks the blood out of my brain
She sucks all of the blood out of my brain
And all of my reasons are distractions
And I can't even follow it
Oh, I can't even follow them myself

The tighter I hold the strings, the more that it returns
The more that it returns
The more that it gets back to where it hurts
The wider I spread my wings, the more that you return
The more that you return
The more that we go back to whеre it hurts

Tell me if thеre's any other motive
So I can stand the bitterness
So I can stand the bitterness myself
And all of my questions are pretentious
So I can't even tolerate
Oh, I can't even tolerate myself

The tighter I hold the strings, the more that it returns
The more that it returns
The more that it gets back to where it hurts
The wider I spread my wings, the more that you return
The more that you return
The more that we go back to where it hurts