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 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 of your hat