This is the song I would sing if my name was Brian Sella (aka Sink or Swim)

I don’t open my eyes under water
Even now that I’m older
I still can’t do it
But I learned how to swim
Yeah, how to swim
By being thrown in the deep end
Yeah, in the deep end
And my first kiss was her pulling my face in
And my first fuck was her pulling me to bed
And I don’t open my eyes under water
No, I don’t open my eyes under water
Yeah, we took a train up the coast
Where she tried to get me to open my eyes in the ocean
But I
Yeah, we took a plane to get away
Where she tried to get me to open my eyes in the hotel pool
But I
Yeah, I almost drowned in protest
Yeah in protest; in protest yeah
But she left me the year after that
So, it doesn’t matter if I wasn’t trying
Yeah, she left me long after that
And it doesn’t matter if she was lying
On the floor in her undies
Or on my bed with that other guy
The only thing that came to my mind to say:
“Knowing about this must make your mom uncomfortable.”
Six feet under; the early grave you put her in
She’s tossing and turning just to find some rest
I learned how to swim
By being thrown in the deep end
Yeah and my first
Was her pulling me in head first
And I almost drowned, yeah, almost drowned
But I still don’t open my eyes under water
No, I still don’t open my eyes under water
I just can’t stand the sight when I’m sinking
But don’t feel bad for me
It’s my own fault
No, don’t feel bad
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This is the song I would sing if my name was Brian Sella (aka Sink or Swim)

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