This Weight
Joanna Syme, Tom Iansek
It's hard to breathe when your mouth is covered
It's hard to move when your hands are tied
You're suffocating, your arms are bound
You're trying to run with your feet tied down to the ground
We're building houses, we're building homes
We're raising children and we're growing old
Who's gonna stop just to worry about you
We got our own shit to worry about too
Don't weigh down on me
Don't weigh down on me
On me
On me
Don't weigh down on me
Don't weigh down on me
On me
We're building houses, we're building homes
We're raising children and we're growing old
Who's gonna stop just to worry about you
Honey, we've got our own shit to worry about too