“You Are What You Love” by Jenny Lewis

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.

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 and everything 
Our songs, faces, and second-hand clothes 

But more and more we’re suffering 
Not nobody, not a thousand beers 
Will keep us from feeling so all alone

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

So 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 arm’s length, it’s Tim who said, 
I’m good at it, I’ve mastered it. Avoiding, avoiding everything

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

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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