5x7 Rug

I grew up too fast to have a childhood

Sometimes life don't play fair or by the rules

Put my shoulders back red hot mad

At the cards my dad was dealt

Had to hold it all by myself

Too big for the closet too heavy for the shelf

You can act like nothing's missing

You can act like nothing's wrong

You can find a broom try to sweep the truth

Somewhere it don't belong

Grab a corner lift it up

But you can't fit that kind of stuff

Under a 5x7 rug

It was more than just a season I still struggle

Strive and try to find the words to say

When will good enough be good enough

Will it ever change

I have to remind myself

You can act like nothing's missing

You can act like nothing's wrong

You can find a broom try to sweep the truth

Somewhere it don't belong

Grab a corner lift it up

But you can't fit that kind of stuff

Under a 5x7 rug

Why do all the hard things

Stick around and follow us

And who are we to chalk 'em up to dust

You can act like nothing's missing

You can act like nothing's wrong

You can find a broom try to sweep the truth

Somewhere it don't belong

Grab a corner lift it up

But you can't fit that kind of stuff

Under a 5x7 rug

Under a 5x7 rug