From One to Six Hundred Kilometers - Dillon

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