From One to Six Hundred Kilometers lyrics

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