2. SINK OR SWIM

I've chained myself up to this radiator representing this ideal idea I have of you, of this, of everything. And I can't quite reach my saw. Fuck it! Metaphores are for assholes, and irony is for suckers. But sincerity is for kings! So i hide my frown under a happier disguise I made out of beer bottles and cheap booze. No! I can't see where I went wrong! Fuck it. I'm wondering, can I sink any lower? Cuz I don't know why this means so much to me, why I can't just let go? chalk this up to another mile south of sorely needed clousure... Severd off by this ocean, should i sink or swim?