This is no great illusion

When I'm with you I'm looking for a ghost

Or invisible reasons

To fall out of love and run screaming from our home



Because we live in a house of mirrors

We see our fears and everything

Our songs, faces, and second hand clothes

But more and more we're suffering

Not nobody, not a thousand beers

Will keep us from feeling so all alone



But you are what you love

And not what loves you back

That's why I'm here on your doorstep

Pleading for you to take me back



The phone is a fine invention

It allows me to talk endlessly to you

About nothing disguising my intentions

Which I'm afraid, my friend, are wildly untrue



It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band

The heart attacks I'm convinced I have

Every morning upon waking

To you I'm a symbol or a monument

Your rite of passage to fulfillment

But I'm not yours for the taking



But you are what you love

And not what loves you back

So I guess that's why you keep calling me back



I'm fraudulent, a thief at best

A coward who paints a bullshit canvas

Things that will never happen to me

But at arms length, it's Tim who said

I'm good at it, I've mastered it

Avoiding, avoiding everything



But you are what you love, Tim

And not what loves you back

And I'm in love with illusions

So saw me in half

I'm in love with tricks

So pull another rabbit out your hat