| Bm | Em | |
| This is no great il | lusion |
| A | D | |
| When | I'm with you I'm looking for a g | host |
| Bm | Em | |
| Or i | nvisible re | asons |
| A | D | |
| To fall o | ut of love and run screaming from our ho | me |
| D | |
| Because we live in a house of mirrors |
| G | |
| We see our fears and everything |
| Em | A | |
| Our s | ongs, faces, and se | cond hand clothes |
| D | |
| But m | ore and more we're suffering |
| G | |
| Not no | body, not a thousand beers |
| Em | A | |
| Will k | eep us from feeling | so all alone |
| Em | A | |
| But you | are what you l | ove |
| D | G | |
| And n | ot what loves you b | ack |
| Em | |
| That's why I'm | here on your doorstep |
| A | D | G | D | |
| Pleading for you to take me b | ack |
| Bm | Em | |
| The p | hone is a fine inv | ention |
| A | D | |
| It al | lows me to talk endlessly to y | ou |
| Bm | Em | |
| About n | othing disguising my | intentions |
| A | D | |
| Which I'm a | fraid, my friend, are wildly u | ntrue |
| D | |
| It's a sle | ight of hand, a white soul band |
| G | |
| The he | art attacks I'm convinced I have |
| Em | A | |
| Every morning u | pon waking |
| D | |
| To you I'm a sy | mbol or a monument |
| G | |
| Your ri | te of passage to fufillment |
| Em | A | |
| But I | 'm not yours for the ta | king |
| Em | A | |
| But you a | re what you l | ove |
| D | G | |
| And n | ot what loves you b | ack |
| Em | A | D | G | D | |
| So i g | uess that's why you keep | calling me b | ack |
| Em, A, D, G, D |
| D | |
| I'm fraudulent, a thief at best |
| G | |
| A co | ward who paints a bullshit canvas |
| Em | A | |
| Things that will never hap | pen to me |
| D | |
| But | at arms length, it's Tim who said |
| G | |
| I'm g | ood at it, I've mastered it |
| Em | A | |
| Avo | iding, avoiding eve | rything |
| Em | A | |
| But you | are what you l | ove tim |
| D | G | |
| And n | ot what loves you b | ack |
| Em | |
| And I'm in l | ove with illusions |
| A | |
| So s | aw me in half |
| Em | |
| I'm in l | ove with tricks |
| A | D | G | D | |
| So p | ull another rabbit out of your | hat |