You Are What You Love

This is no great illusion

When I'm with you, I'm lookin' for a ghost

Or invisible reasons

To fall out of love or run screamin' from our home

'Cause 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 sufferin'

Not nobody, not a thousand beers

Will keep us from feelin' so all alone

But you are what you love

And not what loves you back

That's why I'm here on your doorstep

Pleadin' for you to take me back

And the phone is a fine invention

It allows me to talk endlessly to you

About nothing, disguisin' 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 wakin'

To you, I'm a symbol or a monument

Your rite of passage to fulfillment

But I'm not yours for the takin'

But you are what you love

And not what loves you back

So I guess that's why you keep callin' 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

Avoidin', avoidin' everything

But you are what you love, Tim

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