I don't...

I don't love you
I don't like you
I dig what you do
And that's all
I don't know you
Don't respect you
Don't expect too much
From me or from you

Oh, it's a stinger
It's a bitch
We are lungs spitting welter
A heart with a schism
A bond with a stich

And if I have to chose between me and you
Though it's the last thing that I'd want to do
I don't love you
I don't love you
Stinger