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)