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 in everything    Our songs, faces, and secondhand clothes    But more and more we're suffering    Not nobody, not a thousand beers    Can 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 fufillment    But I'm not yours for the taking       But you are what you love    And not what loves you back    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 arm's 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 of your hat