I'm drifting out faster than I swam in,    clawing against this cliff being drug in.    Your shallow icy waters have now become so deep,    the pressure in my chest outweighs the cement around my feet.       Proving to you that I'm worth your breath,    nothing matters. No one cares.    Trying to prove that I'm worth your breath,   I'm starting to think you're not worth this swim.       But I think I see something on the horizon. Is it you? Is it me?    And I see something on the horizon. It's us.    Not getting any closer, not getting any further.    The prize, the dream. The one thing we won't need.