Stalgic - Variance

Just a few kids with a dream, a few instruments, and not a clue what to do.

Gazing glances across the room 

I freeze trapped in my own tomb 

Exchanging lies under the table 

They stare back willing and able 

Retreating inside my head 

To what seems like my bed 

With everything they said 

I'll figure this out instead 

What if i don't conceal the flaws? 

What if everyone they call? 

They don't care about me at all 

So let these scars split as we fall 

Thinking back on this life 

Maybe things would be alright 

If our moon were out tonight 

It'd illuminate this dying sight 

Retreating inside my head 

To what seems like my bed 

With everything they said 

I'll figure this out instead 

What if i don't conceal the flaws? 

(Please rest your tired head) 

What if everyone they call? 

(Make it back into your bed) 

They don't care about me at all 

(I just want to see you standing tall) 

So let these scars split as we fall