From One to Six Hundred Kilometers

THE MOST TENDER THING YOU'VE SAID TO ME
IS THAT I SUFFER FROM PARANOIA
SOMETIMES WHEN I WISH TO KILL
I COUNT FROM ONE TO SIX HUNDRED KILOMETERS
YET I FAIL TO FEEL
I SAIL TO SEA
I FAIL TO BEHAVE RATIONALLY
AND I FAIL TO GRIP
I FAIL TO KEEP
I FAIL TO THINK ABOUT ME
"IF I WERE ABLE TO HATE
PERHAPS HATRED WOULD BRING ME RELIEF
I OUGHT TO HAVE A STEEL BROW
AND A HEART OF STONE"
YET YOU FAILED TO FEEL
YOU SAILED TO SEA
YOU FAILED TO EMBRACE MY INSECURITIES
AND I FAILED TO GRIP
I FAILED TO KEEP
I FAILED TO THINK ABOUT ME