C#m, F#m, B, E
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 

E, A, F#m, B
Because we live in a house of mirrors
We see our fears and everything
Our songs, faces, and second hand clothes
E, A, F#m
, B
But more and more we're suffering
Not nobody, not a thousand beers
Will keep us from feeling so all alone 

C#m, B, E, F#m
But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
C#m, B, E
That's why I'm here on your doorstep
Pleading for you to take me back 

C#m, F#m, B, E
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 

C#m, B, E, F#m
It's a sleight of hand, a white soul band
The heart attacks I'm convinced I have
Every morning upon waking
C#m, B, E, F#m
To you I'm a symbol or a monument
Your rite of passage to fufillment
But I'm not yours for the taking 

C#m, B, E, F#m
But you are what you love
And not what loves you back
C#m, B, E
So I guess that's why you keep calling me back

B, E, F#m, E

C#m, B, E, F#m
I'm fraudulent, a thief at best
A coward who paints a bullshit canvas
Things that will never happen to me
C#m, B, E
But at arms length, it's Tim who said
I'm good at it, I've mastered it
Avoiding, avoiding everything 

C#m, B, E, F#m
But you are what you love, Tim
And not what loves you back

F#m
And I'm in love with illusions
B
So saw me in half
F#m
I'm in love with tricks
B                                  E  
So pull another rabbit out of your hat

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