Turning tides

we're not going to drown
this is where the city meets the sea
and this is where we drift apart
but i'm not fucking drowning
the water's closing in
there's nothing left to do
i'm losing my grip
losing my grip on you
and it's getting harder everyday
black clouds keep rolling in
the seasons don't seem to change
at the rate it's pouring down
it's a miracle i'm still alive
but i found something to hold onto
something to keep me afloat
despite this growing storm
i have held my fucking own
sink
or swim
it's sink or swim
it's up to you
so what the fuck are you gunna do