This Weight

It's hard to breath 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've got our own shit to worry about too

You're weighed down on me
You're weighed down on me
On me, on me

You're weighed down on me
You're weighed down on me
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