under the rug

And the feeling comes and goes Like the messages on your phone From Telstra Wanting to be your main data provider And the weeds are overgrown Yeah they're growing when you're alone They grow in your head Plant seeds of doubt and anxiety And say you're better off Gone Sweep it under the rug When it's getting too much You invite people over To cover up the mess You've become We'll laugh it off (We'll laugh it off) But it's never enough (It's never enough) Because if they leave and you're locking the front door The feeling sinks in And you realise we've been here before Yeah the feeling sinks in And you realise we've been here before Yeah the feeling sinks in And your eyelids begin to grow heavy And the room begins to grow cold With the sirens that bleed through your window You debate whether you should grow old And the weeds are still overgrown Yeah they're growing when you're alone They grow in your head Plant seeds of doubt and anxiety and say Sweep it under the rug When it's getting too much You invite people over To cover up the mess You've become We'll laugh it off (We'll laugh it off) But it's never enough (It's never enough) Because when they leave and you're locking the front door The feeling sinks in And you realise it's worse than before