Trial and Error

You stand on the corner, always watching
Asking, «How do you feel?»
I won’t let my body rule me
I won’t let nobody control me
Wistfully watching over your shoulder
Conflicted with thoughts of angst and rebellion
Your clouded judgment rains over me
Anticipation for an ending
I’m on trial when I’ve made no error
The damage deepens, it all seems clearer
Except for me and you
Except for me and you
Except for me and you
Except for me and you
The marks in your skin tell me the story
Of an artist that yearns for an audience
To stand amazed in all their glory
Someone to listen to their nonsense
Some bullshit excuse that you cooked up
When you were strung out and oh, so caught up
Wasting all my time
Wishing you were mine
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Yeah, wouldn’t it be nice
It’s so easy to see
It’s so easy to see
It’s what you’ve done to me
It’s what you’ve done to me