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 where it hurts

Tell me if there'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