You Are What You Love Lyrics
| Song | You Are What You Love |
| Artist | Jenny Lewis With The Watson Twins |
| Album | You Are What You Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You are what you love | |
| 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 | |
| Can 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 | |
| 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 fulfilment | |
| But I’m not yours for the taking | |
| But you are what you love | |
| And not what loves you back | |
| 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 arms 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 | |
| And 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 of your hat |
| You are what you love | |
| 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 secondhand clothes | |
| But more and more we' re suffering | |
| Not nobody, not a thousand beers | |
| Can 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 | |
| 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 fulfilment | |
| But I' m not yours for the taking | |
| But you are what you love | |
| And not what loves you back | |
| 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 arms 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 | |
| And 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 of your hat |
| You are what you love | |
| 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 secondhand clothes | |
| But more and more we' re suffering | |
| Not nobody, not a thousand beers | |
| Can 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 | |
| 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 fulfilment | |
| But I' m not yours for the taking | |
| But you are what you love | |
| And not what loves you back | |
| 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 arms 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 | |
| And 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 of your hat |
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