Jenny is like any other insect She sucks the blood out of my brain She sucks all of the blood out of my brain All of my reasons are distractions I can't even follow it 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 All of my questions are pretentious 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