You Are What You Love

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 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
 'Cause we live in a house of mirrors
 We see our fears and everything
 Our songs, faces, and secondhand 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
 And 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
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 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
 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