Heavy
My organs are heavy like an anchor that puts me in place
Handcuffed wrists held by the chains you hold help me fall with grace

(Andy and Foolish Habits)
Faces that you hold in your back catalogue

My old friends are heavy they press down on me when I look the other way
Hands that miss the way the plain grass feels make me live another day

(Andy and Foolish Habits)
Faces that you hold in your back catalogue

(Sweet Max)
-I'd kill every single one of my friends again and again
But not in real life just in my head agai-