"this summer i went swimming,
this summer i might have drowned
but i held my breath and i kicked my feet
and i moved my arms around, i moved my arms around.
this summer i swam in the ocean,
and i swam in a swimming pool,
salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,
i'm a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool."
vetiver, by way of loudon wainwright iii
