It's a balancing act up on this stage,
all these pretty people, its a masquerade.
But at least we can pretend,
It's always worth it in the end.

But you couldn't fit a heart,
inside of that chest.
So whenever you're gone
this just might be meaningless.
Now honestly its scaring me to death,
to be wrapped in someone else's skin after all of this.

Underneath these leaves,
I know you wont see me.
Hanging from a family tree,
stay close to breath easy.

Ghosts in your room make you wait outside.
Always wish we knew if it was worth a try.
Playing catch me if you can,
it's starting over again.

You thought you saw my face
on the TV screen,
a picture perfect place in the magazines.
And now you see its tearing this apart,
we're all losing shape from the start.

Underneath these leaves,
I know you wont see me.
Hanging from a family tree,
stay close to breath easy.