Sting

The heat from the back of your neck In the palm of my hand, I should know better Than to touch you like that My lipstick's on the edge of your glass You look me in the eye as you put Your mouth over mine And I'm walking home alone And I can't feel a thing But the sting But the sting But the sting You trap a spider in a jar, you're afraid of everything Too kind to take its life, but too cruel to set it free And I hate to think that that's all we'll ever be You'll suffocate me And I'm walking home alone And I can't feel a thing But the sting But the sting But the sting But the sting (Not strong enough to let go, I'm strong enough to hold on) But the sting (Not strong enough to let go, I'm strong enough to hold on) But the sting (Not strong enough to let go, I'm strong enough to hold on) But the sting (Not strong enough to let go, I'm strong enough to hold on) But the sting (Strong enough to let go, I'm strong enough to hold on) But the sting (Not strong enough to let—, I'm strong, -ong to hold on)